Devin struggled against his virtual "cuffs" holding him in place. "Ladies," he said sternly, "You really aren't as ugly as I said you were."

The one green demon that put him in this spread-eagled holding frame replies, "Who said we were ladies?" The other giggled at that.

Without changing his tone, he says, "Well then, if you aren't women, I change my mind...you are ugly monsters!" They both seem to feign hurtful looks, but he can tell that nothing he says can touch them, and there is nothing to prevent them from touching me.