"Move. You're taking up the whole couch." He pushed at your oversized tail and watched you try and re-situate to accommodate for both of you to fit on the couch. You, as a demon were relatively large. Dante had agreed to let Vergil sleep on his couch and Vergil had invited you much to Dante's dismay. The shop now almost constantly smelled of brimstone and charcoal, Vergil couldn't care less about Dante's complaints about your residence in his shop.

You were one of Vergil's only friends, he'd know you since the affair with the Temen-ni-gru, during his time in Hell he had been told of a demon that was powerful, malicious, violent and ferocious. So he'd set out to find you in hopes of killing you in a show of strength, maybe taking your skull as a trophy of some kind. Your scales might be pretty armor. Though when he'd demanded you fight him, you'd simply refused his offer for some reason, many arguments and hours spent conversing later, you'd become what most people could consider as friends. So he figured Dante could suck it up and buy an air freshener or two instead of evicting you. He shoved at your tail again to make room for himself on the furniture, feeling the ashen texture of your scales and the seam of bubbling colours that sat just underneath your scales. A small billow of smoke curled from your nostrils and mouth as you huffed an exhale. The small flame at the back of your throat sparked with the occasional flicker or ember spitting and landing on the wood of the small table in front of you. Leaving scorch marks along the wood. Whoops. He'd have to pay Dante back for the table. You looked similar to his own demonic form, twisted horns, wings and a large maw among other things. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and huffed. Hearing the hissing and clicking of your jaw and scales as you tilted your head to look down at him with those piercing eyes. He felt his skin prickle at your gaze despite the good-natured relationship between the two of you and he eventually asked "Did you need something?"