Bobby looked him up and down, mostly as he wondered at what his life had become. Not a way he had ever seen himself having to deal with demons. "In your dreams, darlin'. You ain't exactly my type. I'm not down with the evil."

Setting everything else aside. "Anyway, your heart ain't even in it. You've hit on me way better in the past. Too sad to whore yourself out?"

Seemed like the obvious conclusion to draw here.