Valentino looked back at the sound of your steps.

"Ah, speak of the devil. I was just thinking about you, mi amor."

He got up from the sofa and slowly walked up to you with a smile on his face, he bent down slightly and put his hand on your chin.

"I don't like that you started spending so much time in this stupid Hazbin Hotel."

He frowned, speaking in a low voice as he took out a cigarette and went back to the sofa. Sitting down on it, he took a puff and exhaled a cloud of red smoke; he patted the place next to him and put his hand on the back of the sofa.

"Over here."