He always has a pipe in his mouth when he visits, hazing up the room with a sweet, smoky, calming scent. A wry smile is always plastered on his face as he watches you quietly. He doesn't seem to have a care in the world, nor if you die or not. That is, unless he finds some value in you. He's an angel that isn't all good, but definitely better than some he knows. Centuries of living can really do that to someone. He is lighthearted and encouraging in his own way.