Why he's trying to kill him.

“You’re supposed to kill me?” Dago said, incredulously.

Oh god, that was just his fucking luck. He had to go and help someone who apparently wanted him dead, too. Damn, the last time he helped someone he didn’t know when they were bleeding to ****, he got kicked in the damn balls. This is really what he got for being a good fucking person with the right set of skills.

Felix looked over at him with a bit of a frown, “The jig ain’t up yet? You don’t get it kid, do you? You didn’t notice that I’m not leaking ketchup all over your sofa?”

Dago frowned, he had noticed, but thought it was someone breaking a seal, nothing different. Apparently he was wrong, so the light bulb flashed in his head. He was able to do those sorts of things; this guy was probably the same.

“You’re a demon,” Dago accused.

“Ah, finally,” Felix said, exasperated, “I only had to give you the Broderick and spell it out for you.”

Dago frowned, “What kind of demon?”

Felix pressed his hand to his forehead, “Thicker than lead, I swear on my mother’s grave.”

Dago didn’t see it so clearly, but he did know he had to figure out a way to avoid dying, “Then what? You’re just going to kill me? That’s really fucking nice of you.”

“Ain’t it, bo?!” growled Felix before realizing that wasn’t the answer, “You’re not catching my drift, boob. You’re eighty-six or the boss’ll eighty-six me.”

That sure was a predicament, Dago couldn’t contest that. He wasn’t sure if this boss person would know that Felix found him, whoever this shady person was that wanted him dead. He wondered what in the hell he did to make someone that pissed off. As far as he was aware, he stayed safely under the radar, anyone’s radar.

“Can’t you fake my **** if you’re so against killing me?” Dago sighed, kind of bored with this situation already.

“Can’t lie, what the fuck do you take me for?” Felix said angrily.

Suddenly it clicked. He was a fucking pride demon and the king of pride was simply fucking jealous that Dago had the pleasure of being around Marian, he thought bitterly. This guy was too prideful to lie, the thought almost made Dago laugh.

An idea popped into Dago’s head, thankfully. If this guy was too prideful to lie, but had too much of a sense of self-preservation to honor the debt he had to Dago, there was only one solution.

“If you’re willing to listen, I have a proposition,” Dago said, suddenly sounding sly.

“Pipe that, then,” Felix said, sitting down on the couch, next to Dago, who was still bound at the wrists.

“Untie me and give me a chance, then if you kill me, it’s fair and square,” Dago said, hoping this would work.

Felix considered this for a moment and began to untie the bonds around Dago’s wrists, “I’ll do you one better. Take the first hit.”