Hm. That poses an interesting problem. Though a great way to knock out someone with insomnia. Evelyn might take a crack at it.

"And who decides what warrants interfering? You? Seems more like a dictatorship than anything positive." Mostly because Evelyn can't stand being told what to do. Or not do. Whichever.

No. She can just hunt down some other unfortunate soul who got on the demon's wrong side. Or right side? The runes are meant to be a good thing, she's guessing.

"That's what -police officers- are for. Seems a little rude to try and steal their jobs, but hey, just one woman's opinion."

Sigh. The demon is determined to make this difficult. Could she not just...carve the runes on an alternate surface?

"Big Brother. What an apt description. Preying on free thought does seem to be the trend nowadays, doesn't it?" The joke is in bad taste, considering her crimes, but what else has she got to do but amuse herself with the heroine?

And if Evelyn could acquire a bone? Preferably not one still attached to her body.

And human, she's assuming.

"So, following your logic, I didn't actually do anything wrong." Evelyn shrugs one shoulder, turning to find some sort of alcohol. "I mean, I only controlled the body. The brain was taking a nap, essentially."

Interesting. But it doesn't really help her out.

Evelyn quirks a brow at the heroine as she fills her glass with high-proof whiskey. "Comparing me to your husband? You really do want me, don't you?"

"If I could do what I did without any braincells, imagine what I could do with a few", Evelyn teases with a wink, taking an extended sip of her drink and savouring the burn with a sigh. "'Guest'", she goes on, "implies you were -invited-. I don't remember asking you in."

"Feel free to leave", Evelyn responds cheerily, "seeing as you -don't live here-." Nonetheless, she slides the bottle of expensive alcohol across the counter towards Helen. "Help yourself. Misery loves company. And I have no plans to stop." She makes her point with another sip.

Well, objectively speaking, most people disagree with Evelyn's actions. She's even been called a demon, on occasion. So maybe help a fellow demon out?

A minor technicality.

"A valid point. But give me a few years. I'll either find or create the technology to survive it." Evelyn is either very clever or very arrogant. But it's likely she's both.

Snapping her fingers in the air, Ev glances about with only mild irritation. "Where's the little witch when I need her?"

Frowning, Evelyn briefly considers asking what the hell a 'house elf' is. "Oh can't I?" Her frown twists into the easy smile of a woman who generally gets what she wants. "Looks like it worked this time."

Hermione answers Evelyn's thoughts far too frequently, but that's just one of the many crosses the inventor has to bear. "Interesting", she remarks, amused at how easily the little witch settles onto her thighs. "But we can circle back to that. You were looking for me?"

Wrapping her arms around the blushing witch, Evelyn grins. "I can't imagine why anyone would choose a creature as a servant when they could employ the aid of pretty little things like you." Evelyn is feeling particularly charming today.