Sarah was thankful that the demoness at least respected quiet.  Suddenly, a low moan turned into a screeching whistle, and Sarah lifted her head from her work.  "Huh?  Oh, right!  Tea's ready!"  She hopped out of her chair and into the tiny kitchen, lifting the kettle from the stove and - when it was ready - pouring the tea into two small cups.  They weren't exactly teacups - coffee mugs, really - but they worked.  She took them both back out into the main room, where she handed one to Nefas.  "Here you go," she offered.  She still couldn't help but smile slightly at the idea that she had just casually served the daughter of Satan himself a cup of hot tea, but by this point, she was mostly over the shock of it.

Mostly.