Dr. Cox gently takes Bel by the shoulders and puts on a face of concern. "Belly? Listen. It's time to wake up from this fantasy world. Sure you're all handsome and trim now but eventually when your hairline recedes, you gain some love handles this whole demon gag isn't going to work with the ladies and all you'll have to show for it is your complete set of Space Battle action figures and a fake translation of the Iliad into Mak'tar. I worry about you. I really do."

Then Cox begins to laugh. "Oh who the hell am I kidding? I could care less. Enjoy the convention in Provo."