Noah. Nosy Noah. She liked the alliteration of it.

"Theresa."

He was actually pretty enough to be a hustler himself, but it might just have been the long hair. If he was basically a human Zippo, he'd have been more than capable of protecting himself. He didn't smell like a demon, though, at least not from what little experience she had of demons. And she could hear his heart.

"So how long have you been doing...whatever it is that you do?"