Oh there were those in Hell that were chillier than Alastor, to be sure. But some people preferred the obvious and open disdain over the Radio Demon's aggressive, almost violent brand of seeming friendliness.
"Sure does, darlin', sure does! But it ain't like one of those big screen zombie picture shows you got, where the dead just come back! That's awful messy, dead people have to stay dead, see. So the Exterminators come and haha, make some room. Always gotta have room in Hell."
That was an idea though, wasn't it? Here for a reason, but he wasn't done yet. This wasn't really where he wanted to be. But a vacation was a vacation, right?
Inside the building though, well he seemed just delighted, obviously quite pleased with the decor. For the time being, he didn't seem to pay the other patrons any sort of attention, keeping close to Marie. This, however, seemed less to be out of any form of uncertainty or caution. By the way his eyes never left her for very long, it was clear his close quarters to her was more of a way to ensure she didn't manage to excuse herself for the door at any point.
Something he was rather used to, with his usual company.
A booth was his choice, passing up the bar without even giving it a second glance.
"My, my, my, isn't this a fancy place? Got me wonderin', from the look of our fellow patrons, ma'am-" Ah, he'd actually been paying attention, a thumb jabbing off at a nearby table with an openly not quite so human set of diners at it, "How a pretty little squishy thing like yourself got a pass in here."
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"Sure does, darlin', sure does! But it ain't like one of those big screen zombie picture shows you got, where the dead just come back! That's awful messy, dead people have to stay dead, see. So the Exterminators come and haha, make some room. Always gotta have room in Hell."
That was an idea though, wasn't it? Here for a reason, but he wasn't done yet. This wasn't really where he wanted to be. But a vacation was a vacation, right?
Inside the building though, well he seemed just delighted, obviously quite pleased with the decor. For the time being, he didn't seem to pay the other patrons any sort of attention, keeping close to Marie. This, however, seemed less to be out of any form of uncertainty or caution. By the way his eyes never left her for very long, it was clear his close quarters to her was more of a way to ensure she didn't manage to excuse herself for the door at any point.
Something he was rather used to, with his usual company.
A booth was his choice, passing up the bar without even giving it a second glance.
"My, my, my, isn't this a fancy place? Got me wonderin', from the look of our fellow patrons, ma'am-" Ah, he'd actually been paying attention, a thumb jabbing off at a nearby table with an openly not quite so human set of diners at it, "How a pretty little squishy thing like yourself got a pass in here."