[w ow. sabrina spellman was only like, satan's chosen herald, an unwilling pawn in his machinations, and one of the high priest's first and most aggravated critics.]

If you think that's blasphemy, you haven't heard the half of it yet.

[unfortunately, this is true. ambrose would be blanking in his brain too, if he thought more about it. what does it say for the fidelity of a satanist if he steals away the dark lord's own bride? he'll worry about it later. he has a few hundred years him him before he has to worry about his afterlife, and by then probably sabrina will reassure him that there's somebody else running hell these days.

he smiles at her remark on his vulgarity, and seems to let it lie, except that he cocks his head at her and selects this choice time to ask:]

I'll wager you've got time, but you must have your eye on any subs yet, haven't you?