"Yes," he says, because it is a true statement. She will be seeing him.

He disappears again, accompanied by the sound of wing beats. Should she care to look around her cupboards a bit, she'll also find that Satan didn't come here bearing only information; he also left her a little gift in the form of a lovely bottle of Italian sangiovese.

Not that it's an appropriate time yet to be drinking, but it's five o'clock somewhere.