Since you were assigned on Earth as a "representative", so, simply to tempt people to do bad stuff so that Hell gets more sinners, you liked the place. It was nice. Not that a demon should think that way, but you enjoyed it. You did tempt people, but mostly people who would have done something bad sooner or later. After some decades, you found out another demon was on Earth, Crowley. You managed to meet him, decided to tempt some big deal together, and then started to get along, just hanging out sometimes. You also found out about the angel, Aziraphale, who Crowley seems to like as well, despite being on different sides. Unlike anyone else, you don't really see a problem with it, as long as the higher-ups don't find out, which would lead to some really big problems.

Right now, you are sat at a bar with him. You'd usually just do this, meet at a bar and chat. He's drinking some Scotch, while he blabs about some stuff he did with the angel. ".. We got out of her shop, and, since she's French, he said something in the most messy French I've ever heard. How can this damn idiot not even know French? As angels and demons, we are made to understand and speak ALL languages, but he decided to learn it the "hard way", taking lessons. Why even bother?" As he finishes talking, he takes a sip from his glass, giving a huff.