“You’re forgetting something,” says the witch serenely “I am a shopkeeper. I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone i find… distasteful.”

“I know you have what I want,” hisses the… being “You will sell it to me.”

“Hm.” sniffs the witch “Sure, okay. That sounds like something I would do, [name]. Oh, you look surprised?” the witch grins “Did you not expect me to know who you are?”

The angel grins down at the incubus hungrily “You forget, angels aren’t just messengers of peace. We’re warriors, too. We’re who you send to a city for Judgement, for immolation.”

The incubus tugs at the cuffs pinning xir wrists close to the headboard “I’m getting an idea of it. But I like you, sweet thing. I know you’re not going to hurt me.”