In grand tradition: Snippet Saturday!

We open on a conversation between a mage and a demon in my current (maddening) WIP:

"What's more likely? That every single other person in the village is wrong and you're right? Or that you've taken a bit too much of your own potions and it's messed about with your mind a bit?"

I tightened my lips. "Advaiel!" He appeared a few seconds later, just as he'd promised, and I gestured at Leonas, frustrated. "Can you make him leave? Please?"

"Oh, yes, brother, I'd like to see you try," Leonas said, crossing his arms. "It should be amusing and instructive for all involved."

Advaiel rubbed his face. He looked unutterably weary. "I'm sorry, Kaveh. He's assigned to you, and evil will have its day before good triumphs in the end. Just ignore him. He hates that and it's actually a rather effective strategy. If you don't engage him, he has nothing to grab hold of."

"You're no fun, Adva," Leonas sulked. "Father needs evil in the world to show these ridiculous humans the contrast with good it makes. I'm part of His vaunted Plan, and you know it as well as I."

"You're part of no one's plan but the Evil One's. Bad enough you're trying to delude Kaveh. Deluding yourself is just sad." Advaiel huffed. "I apologize for my mannerless brother, Kaveh. He clearly has trouble overstaying his welcome."

"Well, I'll ignore him from here on out. Perhaps he'll take the hint and bother someone more receptive."

"Like your cousin Marjan?" Leonas shot back.

"I swear before God--" I leaped from my chair, and the fire flared in the hearth. "Get out. Now. Or I will find a way to bind you so far away from here you'll never return."

"Well." His tone was airy. "My work here is done anyway. Good morrow, Kaveh. Brother." And he disappeared in an overdramatic puff of smoke.

So, what've you got?