His brows flicked up briefly in surprise, not expecting that to be her request. Most people wanted someone dead or for some revenge to be enacted upon enemies. But this girl… "You, want me, to be your friend?" he asked to clarify, sure that she had misspoken or he had misheard.
"Yes! Well, you don't have to. Sorry for wasting your time." She rushed out an apology, hands clasped together anxoiusly. She knew this was a bad idea, she didn't even think it would work, let alone actually summon anything.
Damon lets out a breath and shakes his head, more amused than anything. This wasn't something he normally came across, and he figured no harm would come to just playing along. He waved his hand dismissively. "No, no. I've been summoned for more…intrusive reasons. If you're sure you want this contract, then you should be aware of the cost of making a deal with me?" He arched a brow in her direction.
"Yeah, I have to sell my soul and stuff. It doesn't really matter to me." She sighed, looking down at her feet on the last sentence. Honestly, she probably wouldn't last long without a friend and since she couldn't make any of her own, she'd just sell her fucking soul to the devil becuase why not.
"Alright—it's a deal, then." He stood up and strode over to the girl, hand outstretched. "What's your name, my dear?" he asked. He'd rather have a name to call her besides the girl. She, of course, wouldn't be given his birth name, but he could settle with a different name besides Satan. "You can call me Lucifer."