"Of course I do."

"How long would it take, is I guess the next question."

"Which I should answer because... why?"

"You answered my last question," Bella shrugs.

"How about: if you don't put me back on the right planet right now, I'll kill you," says Glory.

"So you can do it, but not in less time than you're imagining it'd take to kill me."

"That," says Glory, "depends how much you annoy me first."

"My goal isn't to annoy you, but that seems to be an unavoidable side effect. I don't suppose we can come to some kind of compromise? You want to go home, right?"

"Yes!" she pouts. "I want to go home!"

"If I liked the idea of you being home, I could take you there. What would you do if I did that?"

"I'd have a big party with all my scruffy little minions," she says dreamily.

"A party consisting of what?"

"What do you care? You're not invited."

"So I know whether I feel like enabling that party or not."

Glory tosses her magnificent curly hair over her shoulder and hmphs.

"I can do it, you know, I'm in and out of demon dimensions all the time, and you wouldn't have to do much to talk me into it."

Glory eyes her suspiciously.

Bella regards her impassively.

"Wouldn't have to do much, like... what?"

"You'd have to convince me you weren't going to hurt anybody," says Bella. "But then, that's what you'd have to do to get off this planet for more than fifteen seconds in the first place, so I don't think it's a tall order."

"And what, starve? Ugh," says Glory.

"So you're saying you have to hurt people to survive?"

"I don't suck brains for fun, you know!"

"And you have to do that even at home, it's not some side effect of being in this dimension?"

Glory makes a 'yes, duh' face.