She giggles at the joke, and wags a finger. "No no, dear... you take control." She comes back all the way to place a kiss upon his lips. "I don't mind being ordered around a bit..."

...

Well then?

The Devil winks and sashays back to her cooking, pulling things from the fridge: chicken things to be placed in a marinade of blended vinegar, rum, hot peppers, onion, green onion tops, thyme, olive oil, salt, pepper, allspice, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, lime juice and molasses. She covers the roasting pan and hums for a few seconds, while she speeds the marinating process. "You will excuse me for cheating, darling, but this recipe normally takes overnight marinating, and... well, I suppose you'd prefer to eat today."