Morthos chuckled at how excited Hargul was, he supposed the little demon wasn't that bad, they'd just gotten off on the wrong foot. He was glad Jax agreed to tell him what all the commotion was about later, it felt good to be in the loop. When asked about pink or purple sparkles, "purple, I think it will match my red a lot better." Hargul excitedly got to work, and Morthos figured if it was really bad he could just cover up his horns as he usually did. Given they had some time before dinner Morthos asked Jax, "so what made you decide to fight with a big-ass scythe instead of a more conventional weapon like a sword?"

Morthos was always interested in hearing about why people fought the way they did. For him he used fire because it came more naturally to him than any other type of magic. Shortly after that point Ophelia called that dinner was ready, Hargul had not yet finished working on his horns. "Sorry Hargul, dinner's ready, you can finish up after we eat, alright?" The little guy was growing on him, despite being a few hundred years old he acted like a little kid.