[all that name-dropping caught her attention, and she turned away from her work to face him, eyes wide with awe]

Wow. So you've ...

[she'd never doubted he was a demon, but the extent of his demonic duties or standing had never exactly come up. she gave a breathy little laugh and a shake of her head]

No wonder you're so good at selling candy. That's got to be easy as breathing. Can I ask you something? I mean - I know people get tormented and stuff, that's easy enough but ... if someone's going to wind up that way anyway, what's the point in them selling their soul? How does that even work as a form of currency?