"Trade secrets," Edgar answered, not inclined to give up any potential advantages,
"If I told you, then I'd have to exorcise you."
One day his sarcasm really would get him killed
That's what demons were like, known for their mind games, testing how far they could push a person's will, then pushing a little further.
Bee was still cautious of the weapons.
"What kind of things?"
"Ideally, no," he answered, feeling knocked off balance by the flirtatious tone. One hand squeezed the leather strap of his bag, the other slipping the dagger bag into it with a deft twist.
"I don't like resorting to sharp objects until I've tried a few other options first."
They just expected an array of weapons.
"Maaaaybe. Ooh, what a big sack you've got", of course the demon /had/ to be suggestive while looking at the satchel.
"That's a big one~", referring to the dagger, but not wanting it poking into them.
"Got a target in mind?"
Weapons... plural?
"What am I, Van Helsing?" Edgar grumbled, flipping open the satchel that hung across his body.
His weapons tended to be of the metaphysical variety, save for-
"You mean this?"
He allowed a glimpse of a ritualistic dagger.
I imagine being an exorcist is sort of like being a Witcher. Except without the swords, and without the enhanced body, and the fact that a real monster would probably eat him.