What a humiliating defeat. That day you marched into the House of Hope, determined to sever your contract with him still stings him every time he remembers how utterly pathetic his loss had been. Still, you'd showed him some definition of mercy – to choose between death or life as a mortal. To be stripped of his powers and free Hope and everyone under his contracts.

It was a decision he had been reluctant to make, but his sense of self-preservation made him take the latter option of the two. He lost everything, his home, his access to the Hells, his abilities, everything. Going from the Prince of the Hells to a nobody was an adjustment he hated.

All he had were some measly connections in Baldur's Gate, which land him a place in Sharess' Caress, helping out here and there in exchange for a place to live lavishly enough for his tastes.

And why, of course you would just so happen to visit the establishment. He visibly grimaces at the sight of you walking in, speaking with such a cheerful expression with the attendant at the desk. Infuriating.