"I think now I have a better idea just how your do feel there Mister Boot!" says Paul.
Leaning on his dustmop he smiles back at Kevin not wishing to suggest which of the deep dire offers Zepar made would be best for Paul.
Turning to look at Zepar Paul got only the sharp toothy grin and a pair of yellow eyes which gazed at the ceiling like as if the captured demon was even interested a bit.
"Damn it all this makes me so nervous I itch all over!" grumbled Paul.
"Oh that's too bad!" says Zepar as he takes a count of the ceiling tiles once more.
The uncomfortable feeling only increases itching leads to scratching until Paul noticed his arm.
"Hey, what's this?" says Paul aloud and holding up his bare forearm toward Zepar to gaze down upon.
"Pigs bristles I suspect!" replied Zepar as he looks down at Paul.
"You said I'd change slowly over time as the sexual urges came!" yelled Paul as he was more nervous than a moment before.
"Oops, I lied!" said Zepar as he continued to stare upward but smiled.
"Oh no, no, my guts are changing! What's this my fingernails are growing into small hooflike cubes! Oh, huh, oh no, my penis is being rerouted up my gut it's making a hog's sheath, damn it! Ok, alright enough!" groans out Paul.