If it turns out later that this was all one long complex hallucination from drinking too much tobacco water, and that he's actually lying on the grass puking, he's going to be so very disappointed.

"Three-thirty," he agrees. He hasn't made a scheduled time for anything in years, but he'll make this one. "Here?"

He's gonna learn how to do magic, like a real demon. Better, even, than the demons back home! This is amazing.