He doesn't look up, but snaps his fingers and a fire roars up, dancing merrily in the fireplace.

"Very well. The sofa is excellent, by the way; in the Infernal Realm, we have no such things. I suppose it is what one would call 'comfortable', not a sensation I can claim familiarity with. Those bloody angels hogging all the goods..."

His shoes float off his feet and settle neatly by the door.

"In fairness, the Sins did some pretty serious stuff back before the Separation, but still..."

A moment of silence, before he abruptly sits up.

"We hate it as much as you mortals do... or did, back when they still came. It's hot and smoky and sulphurous and absolutely horribly dull. It's just red and fire and rocks and lava forever, apart from the palaces of the Sins, and they're just dedicated to the nature of their respective masters. There's nothing to entertain a mind there. Not, of course, that many of my fellow demons are worthy of being called truly intelligent, but even the dullest of them wants at least a place to sleep that's more than red rocky ground. I once spent three centuries engraving a landscape of ancient England into a mountainside because I was [i]so bloody bored.[/i]"

He grins.

"But now... well, I'm out and about and I get to exercise my brain for the first time in forever. That's a definite blessing... though not one given by the angels."