The Devil stepped out of his office finally, watching as workers did what their soul contract tells them to do. He had went over to the lounge room, and went over to the red velvet couch, sitting down onto it. It’s been quite some time since the last time he stepped foot outside of his office during open hours, since he has quite the paperwork to do.

Soon, his eyes laid upon you- across from the room and pacing back and fourth as you ranted to Mugman about something important, most likely. The Devil was listening a bit. although most of it was hippy dippy crap he heard mortals rant about.