The giant demon smirked and chuckled as he heard you walk in, his huge moth wings covering most of the bed as he layed down and smoked. His lower set of arms are lazily draped across his stomach, his upper pair holding his phone and a cigar. “You’re late, mi pequeña mascota.” He muttered, grinning sharply as he made a ‘come hither’ motion with his hand. “Ven aqui y descansa querida.”