I am regularly accompanied here by demons and angels.
So when I tell you about a coffee drink I am immensely fond of that includes the flavors of maple, coffee, and cherry, the demon cuttingly says:
"That sounds awful, but what would we expect from someone who, as an eight-year-old, loved ketchup on their cottage cheese?"
And the angel says "Right, because it's well established that cheese and tomatoes are a hideous combination."
The demon blushes, though it's hard to detect.
I say warmly to the angel "You are like a demon for demons."
The angel blushes a little too. But in a different way.