Jessilyn continued her painting. She tried to think over of someone she knew of, but not someone she knew personally. She always wanted to talk to her hot neighbor, but never got the chance to chat him up. She looked u at the demon, supposing that she did even know his name. 
"I am Jessilyn by the way. You can call me Jess for short," she said. She rinsed her brush and started working on a new color. 

"My neighbor that lived below me is a pretty boy," she suggested to him.