Decline

“I admit I am curious as to what I hauled through the city for you, but I need my payment and to get back to work.” Lydia eyed him up as well and wondered what the sex would be like with a devil or demon, whatever he happened to be.

He handed her a small pouch, the contents of which made a musical clinking noise. “Shame, maybe I should make a posting just for that body of yours.”

“Wouldn't be the first time,” Lydia doubted she could pay her debts that way. “But you need to compete with the payouts I could get from other jobs. So it depends how much you want it.”

“I’m sure we could devise some sort of arrangement.” He licked his lips with an extremely long tongue that he wagged in her face to tempt her.

“As long as it involves an unreasonable amount of money, just let me know the time and place,” Lydia responded before returning to the elevator.

The trip back was a lot less physically demanding.