Renzie was pleased to see him alive and waking up, however ticked off at the painstakingly slow pace he chose to do it. "That's it, open your useless little eyes, come on." She tapped her foot on the floor in frustration. She stopped when the human spoke to her, and she snorted. "What do you mean, 'Who and what are you?' It should be bloody obvious what I am! Take a good look around, buddy. You see all this? You summoned a demon. You got me. Obviously you've got something you want so badly that you're willing to give away your soul for. Don't play stupid or naive. It's not cute."
Before he could so much as get a word out, Renzie kept on. "I've got rules about what you can wish for, so don't try to get smart with me. You get one wish. I'll do everything in my power to make it happen. After that, you die. And I get dinner. I don't do lifetime contracts, I don't kill more than ten people, I don't take back what I do. You get a year to decide what you want, in case you're a dumbass who doesn't think shit through, because I'm generous like that." The real reason behind it was because a human year to her was almost nothing in her native time.
"Let's see...." The demon tapped her finger to her chin, "I decide what wishes are good and which are bad. If I don't like it, I don't have to do it. If you can't make up uour mind by the end of the year, your soul is mine, wish be damned. Understood?" Rules established, she smiled, flashing sharp teeth. "You can call me Renzie."