Um, h-hello Old Scratch. I, um…I-I think you’re devilishly handsome. And um…can I get your autograph? (*blushes hard, trying not to squeal*)
“Ohoho, devilishly handsome! Oho, yes oh now that’s clever. And it’s true!”
He’s chuckling and grinning ear to ear, making it very clear he’s enjoying the compliment and the admiration.
“Well, who am I to deny a request from an adoring fan? What name did you use again? Ah, yes yes, Old Scratch, that’ll do quite nicely.”
A piece of blank parchment is summoned in a puff of smoke with a snap of his fingers, and hovers there in midair. With a flourish of his trident he aims the three pronged implement at the parchment and fires a bolt of green energy at the parchment, causing “OLD SCRATCH” to appear in big cursive letters as if they were being written by an invisible ink pen. Once finished, the Devil grabs it out of the air and hands it to the requester.
“And there you are, a one of a kind autograph from the king of the Underworld himself! All your friends will wish they had something so precious, so take pride in it! Heh, get it, pride? Oh, I’m so clever I surprise myself sometimes!”
