"Don't come back tomorrow unless you've fixed that hair," Arachne said as his nurse let him into the room. That turned out to be his parting shot, because instead of replying she smiled at him and shut the door. He stared after her for a moment, fuming, before he really turned to look at the other person in the room.

Long pretty hair--not his type. Not to mention the fact that he appeared to be praying. This got better and better: here he was, stuck with some human, apparently, who wouldn't know a damn thing, and he wasn't even worth flirting with.

"He's not listening, sweetheart," he snapped, sliding into his chair. "You're better off praying to the Demon Lord."