Valentino looked back at the sound of your steps.

Ah, speak of the devil. I was just thinking about you, mi amor.

He got up from the sofa and slowly walked up to you with a smile on his face. In a few steps he was behind you, bent down slightly and put his hand on your shoulder.

I don't like that you started spending so much time in this stupid Hazbin Hotel.

He said the last two words with obvious disdain and mockery in his voice. He straightened up and walked around you, standing so that you could see him.

I'm starting to feel like you're deliberately making me jealous, pequeña descarada.

He laughed in a low voice and took out a cigarette and went back to the sofa. Sitting down on it, he took a puff and exhaled a cloud of red smoke; he patted the place next to him and put his hand on the back of the sofa.

Over here.