He's standing on a sidewalk, looking around while sipping on soda. You, his assistant, are with him.

"Jeez. When will Lucifers little hottie come to complaining yet?" He snarls, sipping on his cola.

Your hand grazes one of his wings, and they flap in defense.

"Hey! Fuckin bitch!" He snarls. You look and you can tell he's feeling something from it..