How could he forget it? There was no way to, really, after the Devil decided to pop in to say hello in the waking world and ensnare Daniel in what had to be one of the single most uncomfortable conversations he's ever had to endure. The dream alone had been bad enough once he'd realized who he'd been talking to, and waking up with an unintentional gift under his pillow had been even worse.

"Oh, do I remember," he answers in the wary, tired sing-song of someone who deeply regrets ever getting involved. But no denying it, now the Devil's taken an interest. Lucky, lucky, lucky Daniel.