[color=lightyellow][i]Trying to keep it a secret is kind of a lost cause already.[/i][/color] Richard thought to himself.
Of course, he didn't say it out loud. 

The boy plastered a wry smile onto his face as the girl's scythe-wielding rag men moved to surround him.
[color=purple][i]Well this is a fine mess you've gotten us into.[/i][/color] Mortimer said to the boy.
[color=lightyellow][i]Mort, what's our angle here?[/i][/color] The boy asked the demon.
[color=purple][i]This girl's nuts. Talking to her normally probably won't cut it, I have no idea what she'd do.[/i][/color]
[color=lightyellow][i]So I'm on my own then.[/i][/color]
The demon said nothing, which Richard took as an affirmative.

The boy kept his expression stable as his mind raced to figure out what to do. The girl had more or less gotten things spot on, but the onlookers wouldn't know how true that was. It was all but confirmed that her demon could sense Mortimer, but he had the possibility to convince her - and more importantly, convince the onlookers -  that he had no knowledge of the demon living inside his book. The boy opened his mouth to speak, but a short, slightly shuddering cough came out instead, likely due to nervousness.
[color=lightyellow][i]Come on Richard, get it together.[/i][/color] He thought to himself, trying to steel his resolve.
If the girl wanted it to happen, he would die, there was no doubt about that. He was fast for his age, but not inhumanly so. And the things surrounding him were far from human.

But if that was the case, he had nothing to be afraid of. The girl had thrown a wrench in his plans, but he at least had a small chance of getting out with what he wanted. A high chance of death in this case was nothing to fear, or at least, that's what the boy told himself.

Richard cleared his throat and tried again.
[color=lightyellow]"So, you're asking about demons, I see."[/color] The boy said.
That would do for a start.
[color=purple][i]A bloody awful start.[/i][/color]
[color=lightyellow][i]Shut up, Mort.[/i][/color]
The girl had every advantage right now and he desperately needed to build a foundation so that he could start building his narrative. Wracking his brain once more, he thought of a way to gain some leverage in this situation.
[color=lightyellow]"I'm afraid my situation's... a little different to what you're thinking."[/color] The boy said slowly, eyeing the reaper-men. [color=lightyellow]"But, before I get to that, do you mind if I asked for your name?"[/color]
[color=purple][i]You're really trying to hit on a 12 year old right now? Christ, save it for closed doors why don't you.[/i][/color]
Inwardly the boy seethed but his anger was tempered by circumstance. The demon's voice had been tinged with a seemingly nervous caution, so the boy knew Mort was on edge as much as he was. So the boy ignored the jive - right now he couldn't afford to slip up, not even the slightest bit.

[@Katthaj]