"Hey, you." Dick says walking into the bar with his best smile. He always knows where to find you, makes you wonder if it's an angel thing, if he has some special ability to spot demons.

Dick knows he shouldn't be around you, he's an angel and you're a demon, if heaven knew, he'd be in big trouble. But he knows you're still a bit of a good person on the inside. "Can I buy you a drink, I haven't seen you in ages." Dick offers, they saw each other a year ago, but he likes to exaggerate.