[An uncomfortable twisting sensation of nervousness and anticipation both go through him once he's failed his last guess, and he tries not to show it even as his fingers tighten against the steering wheel. Every time he's let the demon take an inch, he's gone for a mile, so what...]
[So much anticipation only for that, and he blinks in surprise.]
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[So much anticipation only for that, and he blinks in surprise.]
...Just that?