With a deep scowl, the red eyes of the demon glare straight through the stranger. After a moment, she sighs heavily, her posture shifting into a bow, still seeming wary. Her tone is as respectful as she can manage to make it, but there is an obvious powerful anger that lies deep underneath it.

"...Satan the Wrathful, Ange-sama's furniture and the third eldest Stake of Purgatory, right here."