That expression still unreadable, he still shifted forward, just a bit, examining the angel from where he sat as light coursed through the entity.

No comment, no words for once, the angel would be allowed to work in peace, until the question was posed.

A hundred years was a long time. Long for a once mortal, anyway, the eighty plus years he'd spent wreaking havoc across Hell, as lively as it was, had not passed quickly by any means.

But, a hundred years was still a better offer than eternity, wasn't it?

"Deal. You have yourself a trashman."