"... - “Do you still want more?” Stolas said as he handed her a piece with the most abundant melted cheese, with the best distributed pieces of pepperoni and with the heat that only freshly prepared food could boast.
The imp could only moan like a beast that was defeated by the sharp sword of some noble knight while he looked with doubtful concern at the piece of pizza that was approaching, although his belly felt tense although it kept a good color, it was some kind of trap that only Stolas could perceptively notice ..."