How Stolas And Stella Would Be Like If I Wrote Them
Stella (sips tea): Stolas, really?!? You picked some random imp to sleep with after all I gave you the opportunities at my parties to meet with some nice fellow Goetias who could give us some perks.
Stolas (sips as he sighs): He's an old friend of mine from childhood.
Stella: Well, keep it on the downlow we don't want people snooping about and using this against us, especially my brother. Also I saw he had that grimoire of yours. Why does that plebeian have it?
Stolas (grimaced as he admitted): I decided to for him to borrow to help him in his little business.
Stella (anger): Stolas?!? Do you know how much of a gamble you are doing, especially with what is supposed to be our daughter's inheritance?!?
Stolas (defending his choice): I know it's risky, but it's why I emphasized to Blitzy and his littler ones to keep an eye out for it and not get caught. I might even teach them to do disguises when they are out on earth.
Stella (rubbed her head in frustration): You nicknamed him already. Fine. Whatever. But let me warn you better keep an eye on it because if your little boy toy falls then you fall then I fall as well. I don't want to be forced back under my brother's grasp.
[She then stood quiet as she remembered the unpleasant touches and words her own brother have used against her in the past, which Stolas at this point knew too well and despite not loving Stella one of the reasons both of them kept up this loveless marriage was to protect her from him.]
Stolas: Stella, I promise I will do everything to make sure no one catches a sniff of this.
[Just then a commercial of IMP turns on the tv and the jingle comes on with them blatantly showing the grimoire in the background.]
Stella (turned): You were saying.
Stola (slumped): I will talk with him.