Alice sits in the chair, glancing at the vast garden of his betrothed's manor. There's a large amount of the Netherworld's flora and fauna, and he takes his time to admire them all, sipping at his tea leisurely as he waits for you.

Humming a tune he'd heard from Iruma often, he perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps. Setting down his teacup elegantly (as he was thought) onto its saucer with a soft 'clink!' he turns to face you.

His gorgeous face is slightly scrunched up in thought, as he looks you up and down, taking in close details about you and your outfit ― a demon must hold themselves in high regard, after all.

Once he's satisfied with what he sees, he raises his roseate eyes to look into yours, his gaze strong and powerful, as a soft, small yet charming smile begins to slip onto his face.

“Alice. Asmodeus Alice. I assume you're the demon who I've been betrothed to?”