Growing dread gives me that slowly sinking ache in the center of my chest, watching the little demon reach for the doorknob. If he leaves, I'll be smooth and dickless forever? I can't do that. I have to do something.
"You can stay" I blurt out. His hands freezes on the doorknob and he slowly turns to me grinning. I am sensing now that he pretty much knew this was going to happen.
"Excellent. It's a deal then. I get to stay here and hide out from some unsavory types. You get the honor of having an imp for a house guest. Most wizards would shit themselves to have this type of power at their command. I knew one who did once. No kiddin' the guy tried to summon me and .. anyway. Shake on it." He extends his hand. I shake it and feel a little zip of electricity, something definitely just happened.
"Um... so make yourself at home I guess." I still feel on edge knowing I just made a bargain with some kind of ultra powerful demon who is kind of a jerk at the same time.
"Great! First thing is first." He touches the sofa and it starts to change, the shabby upholstery becoming black leather. I can hear it groan and pop as it reshapes in to something much nicer. Before I can say anything I watch him walk through the room poking the TV, the table, even tapping the carpet. All of it changes, bigger and better, more expensive furniture is in its place. He puts his palms on the wall and even the windows pop and shatter, then unshatter in to larger frames. I admit I was watching this all with a sense of serious awe.
"There. More suitable for a man.. er imp of my taste. Speaking of, lemme go ahead and blend in a little better." He pokes his forehead and his frame warps and stretches, hair growing, face changing. Then a very handsome man about my age stands before me, still completely buck naked.
"Boom! There we go. Now the neighbors won't go crazy and I can walk around undisturbed!" He beams, seemingly like he is expecting me to praise him.
"Uh... great. Most of the time I wear clothes." I say pointing at his dangling junk.
"Oh right. Here." He grins and picks up a pillow from the sofa, as soon as I see him touch it, it becomes a pair of gym shorts. "There we go. Now a shirt" suddenly I am down another sofa pillow "and we are all set!"
I don't really have the heart at this point to direct his attention to my smooth crotch and the plastic fake dick in my hand that used to be attached to me. I can wait. This is going to take some strategy. Also did he just say power at my command? Maybe I need to play the long game here.