The demon trapped in the summoning circle screamed, slamming its crablike pincers against the unseen barrier, hurling its chitinous shoulders from side to side in an effort to escape the confinement.  It couldn't.  I kept my will on the circle, kept the demon from bursting free.

"Satisfied, Chauncy?"  I asked it.

The demon straightened its hideous form and said, in a perfect Oxford accent, "Quite.  You understand, I must observe the formalities."  Then it took a pair of wholly incongruous wire-frame spctacles from beneath a scale and perched them upon the beaklike extremity of its nose.  "You have questions?"