Charles frowned and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “If I’ve learned anything from hunting monsters, is that your gut instinct is never wrong. If you think that woman seemed off, they probably are. Wait here; demons are not vampires or werewolves. Not much can actually kill a demon. We mostly have to send them back to hell, and that requires an exorcism. I can’t really give you a five-second crash course on Latin.” He handed over the rest of his candy to Penny before sneaking down the aisle and leaving the theatre to look for the woman Penny had pointed out. 

As he walked, Charles pulled out a knife he had tucked into a hidden holster at his ankle. He briefly debated leaving to get the gun and devils trap bullets, but he found the woman in question quickly. She wandered into the bathroom, and Charles quickly followed. The demon turned on Charles.

“Well, you aren’t where you are supposed to be,” she said before her eyes went black. Charles narrowed his eyes.

“I could same about you,” he said before charging her with his knife. He got in a hit across the demon’s forearm.

“You aren’t very nice,” she declared before flinging Charles into a bathroom stall. Charles grunted, feeling a rib pop out from the impact.

“And you’re ruining my date.” He stood up and started to speak Latin. The demon rolled her eyes.

“Are you serious? What a waste of time,” she said, lifting her hand to attack Charles again.