Rise and shine, bitch

This girl was adorable. She was the same height as Ash, but something about her just screamed 'adorable' to Ashmedai. Maybe it was the stocky tail or the unapologetic sass.

At her comment about being beautiful, Ashmedai quirked a brow and made a point to look her up and down. It was hard to argue with that logic. She was beautiful. Her coat seemed to shine almost purple. Maybe, somewhere up the line, this woman was a Saxe. That would at least explain the powerful and attractive nature of the woman, though he had no idea where the rust markings came from, and without any eye spots, it was impossible to link her to anyone Ashmedai might know besides Cascade. Ash himself wasn't related to Cas, but he had a crush- or was it an idolization- of the woman most of his childhood.

Either way, Ash couldn't argue with her statement about being beautiful.

As for her saying she had always wanted a "fashion forward" servant to do her bidding, Ashmedai wasn't in a position to argue that either. He tossed a wink at her. If she wanted his soul, all she had to do was ask, no favor needed.

After she tested her springboard, Kanja decided it was insufficient and that Ash should take his overcoat off. "If you wanted to see me undressed, you could have just said so," he said. Bending over, Ash used his forepaws to hook the collar and pull the shirt over his head. After that, it was just a few moments of awkward squirming to get out of the shirt. He placed it gingerly by the tree, then looked back to Kanja.

"Well? What do you think? Like what you see?" Ash did a little twirl for her, "Now, as tempting as it must be to get distracted by my bare coat, let's get down to business."

Ash readied himself as a ramp onto the tree again. He looked back, waiting. Any minute now...