Tale As Old As Time
The demon growled deeply, "Do you really wish to die after I offered you kindness again, you insufferable Mortal?!"
"What?" It surprised Fyn he even had the energy to speak. The demon's voice was already deep when he had stood a few feet away from him. Now that he was behind him, speaking directly to his ear, the voice had turned octaves deeper. It made the hairs on the back of Fyn's neck rise up dramatically. A pleasant thrill climbing up his spine. Frowning, he shook his head, Fyn muttered, "I... was looking for you."
The demon actually sounded surprised, "Why?"