Stacey was holding the throw pillow to her mouth now, and all that was visible were her huge, dark brown eyes. When she spoke, her voice was muffled.Who is that? I started to explain, but Cayman bowed in her direction extending his arm with a flourish.Only the most handsome and smartest and downright most charming demon there is.But I know that's a mouthful, so you can call me Cayman. Um. Her gaze darted around the room.Okay.
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Stacey was clearly intimidated, hiding behind a throw pillow and revealing only her large dark brown eyes as she asked who Cayman was. Her hesitant demeanor suggested surprise or perhaps shyness in the presence of this intriguing character. As I began to offer an explanation, Cayman stole the moment by introducing himself with flair, confidently claiming to be the most handsome, intelligent, and charming demon.

Stacey, however, seemed overwhelmed, darting her gaze around the room and processing Cayman’s extravagant self-introduction. This dynamic highlighted the contrasting personalities, with Cayman exuding charm and confidence while Stacey exhibited a more reserved reaction to his bold claims.

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