Day 3 with Satan:
His food was the best she'd ever tasted, and the poor girl began to spend most of her time in the kitchen, watching this fascinating man as he went about his work.
"Sebastian Michaelis." The name trailed out of her mouth, dripping off the tip of her tongue. "Such a large name."
Said man, who was currently cooking lunch turned his head ever so slightly to glimpse at the girl behind him and raise a perfect black eyebrow. "Large?"
"Grandiose." She said, raising her hands to demonstrate how grand his name was. "It suits you."
Unknown to her, the man frowned at that, bringing his eyebrow back down in frustration. Little did she know he was named after a goddamn dog.