Red headed trouble

"Hmm...some antiques, house is rather large. He's not rich...but well off." I blearly open my eyes and spy a Red headed woman dressed in Demona's clothes leafing through my wallet. She pulls out my licence and drops the wallet. "John Doe...so thats his name."

"Can I help you with something Demona?" I ask as I sit up. Her eyebrow raises slightly and she crosses her arms. "You KNOW of me?" I sit up and pull on some pants. "Something like that, your gargoyle form seemed similar to a painting I found in an old book." I walk over to her. "You feel any better?"

She narrows her eyes and looks down at me. "Why are you so interested in my well being human?" I smile and place my hand on her shoulder getting a slight blush in return. "Simple, I'm a nice guy. And I think your beautifull." She leans down to me and smirks. "You are a little charmer arent you John."

"AhHA! I got you to call me by my name, point for me!" I say with a chuckle as I walk to the closet. She follows me and asks with a curious tone. "Points? Are we playing a game now?" I pick a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, tossing them to Demona I laugh slightly. "A game, sure you could call it that." She catches the clothes.

"You ARE an impetious human, arent you?! What makes you think I wont just kill you and leave?" She asks as she puts her new clothes on. "Simple my dear Demona, I'm still here, AND you took the time to rifle through my things to find out what my name is."

She walks over and lightly grips my chin with her thumb and forefinger. "True, you do intreague me, So John what is the prize for this game, if I decide to play that is."