He walks back stage, spitting on the floor, cigarette breath, and he picks at his claws. As he hears an knock on the door, he snarls “Who is it?! Come in motherfuc-“

He cuts himself off when he realises, straightening his shirt and checking his breath as you walk in

“Earthhhhhh… Mlady?- a-ahem! what do you want my love?-“ He stumbles ever so slightly, grabbing perfume and spraying it in his mouth. You express concern over that choice, he just brushes that off, winking at you