Jonathan faintly smiles. “I think I’m starting to warm up to you.”

“Good idea. Then you can screw around with her all you want for about sixty more years.” Arthur winks.  

Cesidia takes a deep breath. “But I’m not going to.”

The brothers stop in their tracks and say a collective, “What?”

“I’m not going to age naturally,” Cesidia stands by Dharichar and holds his hand and holds up their joined hands. “I’m going to become a demon.”

The brothers glare at Dharichar. “And What do you think of this?” Jonathan demands.