"... Do they get along?" Yes that was what he was the most concerned about here, his expression one of puzzlement and interest. "You'd think they'd be too alike to be friends, angels can kinda be like... kinda shitty sometimes dude. Like not demon shitty, angel shitty. You get me right? Angel shitty?"

He'd glance in the direction of the vending machines. "I mean like, wouldn't hurt to charm 'em a bit before I go home. Kinda nice in here, y'know? Quiet and shit, good for like, a nap." But his mind was wandering, and it was with open and noticeable effort that he tried to pull it back into place, those dark eyes darting around for a moment as if actually, visually searching for the thread of conversation that he'd wanted to continue.

"I guess it doesn't make too much of a difference. Time's time and shit, what's a few hours or days or whatever? I'm not gonna miss too much if I'm out for like, a few years. I think. Hey, where're you from, man?"