Frying Pans are for...

The scent of Abaven hit him before everything else and, in his current state, he was almost sure he was dreaming it. When a pale girl with those eye lines appeared and demanded that she heal him. Ashmedai snorted even in his half conscious state, leading to a rough, deep laughter.

"Okay Miss Destruction," he said between laughs, although the laughter hurt both his maw wounds and his heart. He called her 'Miss Destruction' without thinking about it, but something about the words cut deep, reminding him of Sparrow. His laughter died down quickly and Ashmedai opted for offering her his shredded leg instead.