[He chews a little on the stirring stick he had used earlier, feeling the chill of the outside starting to leech in even further. The heat of the machinery in the store would last a bit longer, but only so much. For once, he wished he hadn't left his phone at home. Maybe someone out there knew what was going on.]

Far be it for me to know his motivations. Maybe he was bored with what he was getting, maybe he likes the taste of damned souls better. But that's what he wants. That's the price of every demon contract. One soul.

[Then, almost as an afterthought.] Do you have that phone device they gave us when we got here with you?