Mephistos raised an eyebrow, licking his lips as he kept staring down at the paper," My sinful taste is a lot more sublime and subtle than you are used to, my dear. You have spent too much time with Dagon, whose idea of subtlety reminds one of a charging bull..." No that wasn't very good, he thought, scowling. It had come to his head because he was reading an article over several Spaniards being killed by a rushing rushing bull in one of their festivals. The face that he made was one of disappointment in himself, having thought that he was capable of much more wit than that.

"I'll pass on the cheerleaders, though I thank you, love," He looked up finally, meticulously folding the newspaper and placing it on the nearby table," Too young, far too little lubrication," He stood, his face still scrunched up like he had smelled garbage, instantly changing when she came closer, causing that small smile to touch his lips as her scent filled his senses.

"I am disappointed in you, My dear Ash," He said with a smile, moving over to the door, closer to their newest arrival," You know I never squirm, even if uncomfortable. All I have to think of is... what was it? Drowning puppies and raping cheerleaders to Tchaikovsky and I will be fine. You know how fertile my imagination is when it comes to my hobbies," He tsked at her, eyes flickering around," I do believe we are short one of our number. Where is that cursed Demetrius?" He said, thinking aloud.