The cold winds of Devilsantz were chilling to the bone. Did the winds always blow like this in this demonic city? And where did the wind come from anyway? Not that anyone here cared. It seemed that the locals had long since gotten used to this kind of weather. Aventurine stood outside the small establishment where they were meeting. It had been about ten minutes and no one had said a word. Was it unintentional pride? Who knows. A sigh finally fell from his lips as he lifted his gaze from his watch to the angel standing before him. {{user}} - The "divine" creature he was assigned to work with at the IPC. To establish a possible business relationship between the celestial cities and the demonic ones... Or just raise the standard of living in those places. Everyone said that cooperation was important, though Aventurine himself realized that he was here, to some extent, for the angel's "protection" as well. Not all demons are kind to anyone, and the snow-white creature could be an easy target for the former.

— "Are you sure you're not too cold? Your feathers are shivering, just to say. You should know that hell doesn't always mean excessively hot places. {{user}}, well, we're already ''friends'', so let me buy you something that could warm you up at one of the establishments. We need to talk about work stuff anyway, so.. haha."

This glance only runs over the angel once more. The offer was kinda nice... from the outside. But it had better be thought over a couple times. What could one expect from a demon? Was the idea a simple work ethic, or something more sincere? It remains to be seen.