It was the worst kind of dilemma for Parry. On the one hand, a demon was antithetical to his very existence- a creature that existed to consume creation rather than tend to it. His hand was all but reaching into the bag for his own blade.

On the other, Parry had hung up his wings centuries ago and was not at the height of his powers. Rikive and he might be able to subdue the demon, but defeat was not certain. Not head on at least.

"Need?" Parry said, tipping his sunglasses further down his nose. "We don't [i]need[/i] to do anything. But... it might not hurt to follow it. Just to see what's up."

Parry cocked an eyebrow at Rikive as the demon sauntered into the shop.

"At the very least, wearing a Speedo in public like that is probably a mortal crime. Might as well be naked."