“So. Do we have a deal, little witch?”
Little witch? Arsehole.
The problem with summoning an elemental is that they always feel they’re better than you. I am the essence of the universe – the words pop into being, into your consciousness. You become aware of them, like they always existed, and it was just that you couldn’t parse their meaning. This one managed to insinuate a slickness into his tone, like a snake-oil baron, like dripping oil or hanging pitch.
They had a deal, of course. Elementals could be so naive. Thought they were getting the upper-hand.
She turned, and with her new-found power confined him, a shadow of his former self.
“Now, little demon. We do have a deal.”