"I was trying to commune with Baphomet." He'd recognize the name as that of a 19th century pagan deity; goat-headed, representing the duality of all nature. Small-time as such beings went, and relatively easily summoned. It wasn't unlikely that they'd crossed paths before.
"It's just...well this is a little embarrassing," her smile turned baleful, and she reached back to fidget with her hood, "I've been feeling a little lonely lately, and he's always good fun to talk to. Always has a riddle and a dirty joke."
Why did she tell him this? Not even she knew. The Treacle was snickering at her, though.