The day wasn’t exactly going ‘well’ it was, just going. The amount of demons and angels in the room was limited and the looks from the male angels showed him that his presence wasn’t really wanted. They must have been used to dealing with the demon he was taking over for and now someone new was making them uncomfortable. A smirk moved across his face and he rose his glass lightly to them only to watch their noses turn upwards and their heads turn away. A chuckle echoed in his throat as he took a nice drink of the champagne and settled in for a fun night of tormenting the angels in his own little way.

Of course, turning around he would bump into someone; not just anyone an angel. A long sigh left him as she suddenly spoke up and apologized for drenching the front of him with champagne. The door thing about his jacket is that a simple brush off and the alcohol will find itself onto the ground. His gaze turned from his jacket to the angel in front of him. Uh, she was cute, in a disgusting glowing angel sort of way. However, unlike her, his memories were completely erased so he had no lingering memories of his human life. After enough memory wipes and torture you tend to force yourself to forget things at least for the time being. 

“It’s alright.” He said with a nod. Before he turned his gaze around them and noticed the angels who were once giving him dirty looks now seemed to be more interested in his present, not to mention concerned and a few of them were exchanging words about coming over to him while he was with this angel. So she was important huh? How fun… this night just got interesting. 

His gaze turned back to her only to notice she was staring at him. Before he could open his mouth to response to her staring he noticed the color of her dress was slowly starting to change to reveal the soft skin beneath. “You know, I may enjoy certain views…” He said as he unbuttoned his jacket and pulled it off of his large arms. He then moved it around her so she could put her arms through while facing him instead of turning around and exposing her slowly exposing self to the crowded room. “But even I have a line. Put the jacket on and button it up until the end of the night or you might be a lot more uncomfortable than wearing a demon’s jacket.” 

Once she put her arms into the jacket he skillfully buttoned it up, keeping his eyes locked onto her as he did so. Upon her being covered, he offered her his hand. “I’m Loki.” His natural demon scent smells like a comforting burning camp fire. A peaceful scent that must female demons loved, would angels like it too? Either way she wasn’t showing anything anymore and now she was wearing a demon’s jacket, much to the dislike of the upturned noised angels in the corner.