Ohhhhhh, it was [i]definitely[/i] getting hotter in there, and she especially felt it on her face, which continued to grow redder.  Sarah felt herself sinking into her chair, though her eyes were locked on Nefas's.  She let out a little more nervous laughter, feeling rather like a chipmunk under the eyes of a falcon.  "Um... Y-Yeah!  That sounds, um... fun?" she responded, not quite sure of how she could take the invitation.  It hadn't [i]sounded[/i] like a death threat, but seeing as this was the Princess of Hell, who was she to judge the meaning?

She was also growing increasingly uncomfortable beneath the woman's piercing - though not unkind - gaze.  "So, uh, hey!  Here's a thought: it's almost time for supper!  You, um, wanna... go somewhere to eat or something?"  She paused, then quickly added, "I-I'll buy, of course!"  Did demons even use money?  Either way, it probably wasn't a good idea to try to tell a demoness to pay for her own meal.  "There's - oh, let's see - there's, uh... a really nice Italian place nearby, or we could go out for hamburgers!  Interested?"  She was speaking in more fast, hurried tones - if she didn't get out from under Nefas's gaze soon, she was afraid she'd pass out from the sheer heat she felt in her face at the moment.