Avaris?          

"For insulting me, you have to pay a price. Let's see . . . how about your sword?"

"Huh?" Lorelai grabbed Azazel's clothes. "What did you just say? Do you want me to cut you with Demonsbane?"

"I told you it's not me!" Azazel reasoned, attempting to shake off the confusion.

"Demonsbane? Ugh. That sword is actually that dangerous. Never mind. Then I will settle if you show me your underwear."

Azazel's mouth fell open wide, and Lorelai's face turned crimson with embarrassment and anger.

"What did you say?" Lorelai asked, gritting her teeth. 

Azazel was feeling unfairly targeted, and covered his face with his hands to defend himself while explaining, "It's not me. My voice is slightly different. I tell you, it's a ghost . . . but I don't mind if you showed me your under–Gargh!"

Before Azazel could finish his words, Lorelai retaliated by beating him to the ground.