You looked over at the man in your goddamn bed, and he was staring back at you.

His deep and husky voice spoke up, lazy as ever, "Hello, human." He spoke, demanding, "fetch me the remote."

You were frozen in place, shocked to the core. His eyes looked at you with indifference and boredom.

"I'm Choso. Demon Prince, House of Sloth," he said, smiling at you in defiance of your anger.