"By the seven circles!" Daimon cried, spotting Patsy. He ran to her but stopped short of embracing her. Instead he gazed at her so intently it was fortunate that the Son of Satan's powers didn't include heat ray vision. "Patsy..." His voice was softer, almost tender.

He recalled what transpired the last time he saw her and shame filled his soul.

Meanwhile an awkward silence filled everything else.