The demoness was taking a long drink from a hip flask, only pulling it away from her lips with a happy sigh when Zacch spoke to her. "Ya know, it is always nice to have a good drink now and then." She spoke out of turn before looking up to the angel, screwing the cap back onto her hip flask and putting it away in her side pouch. "Well, ent ya just a sight for sore eyes. What do ya need deary?" He was strangely chipper for a demon, polite even...