The demon moves into a kneel, her motions perfectly practiced, like muscle memory by now. Gold flits about her from where she had materialized in the room. Her gaze lifts, focusing on the other figure.

"Lucifer the Prideful, Ange-sama's furniture and the eldest of the Seven Stakes of Purgatory, right here."

Though her speech is polite enough, there's a general sense she is trying to size the other person up...