To waste my time.

I didn't have any good reason for this answer. In fact, I was pretty sure it would be wrong. But it really did feel like these demons were just wasting both their time and mine.

"Hmmm... What do you think, Furfur?" Zepar asked his/her twin, playing idly with the flower on the hem of his/her stocking.

"Hm, hmm... I think it's close enough. That is one of the reasons, after all." Furfur explained. He/she posed with arms folded behind the head and a leg kicked back, allowing Zepar to briskly remove the shoe. It ought to have been awkward, but even this was accomplished with a theatrical flair, as if Zepar could remove them in a motion disguised as a wave of the hand.

Wait... really?

"But of course! As your summoned familiars, we are happy to waste any amount of time you request." Zepar confirmed, allowing his/her own shoes to be removed in the same manner.

"We offer ourselves as willing sacrifices to interrupt the obstruction of love among others," Furfur agreed. The two of them had taken seats in thin air now, reclining as they pulled off their tall, ornate striped stockings to reveal bare legs.

"Now, let us talk about that miracle of love!" Zepar digressed, circling through the air to arrive alongside me.

"What is it that the miracle of love requires?" Furfur demanded, circling to the other side and fixing me with those icy blue eyes.