Given that the two of you are the only humans in the Devildom, of course you talk—sometimes about important stuff, but often it's trivial, lighthearted fun. You're not exactly sure how you got to your current conversation. You're talking about various demons the two of you had met: the brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, etc. Some comments made are PG, others are far less so. You make a comment about Satan's physique; I mean, he looks good. Solomon argues that Diavolo is in better shape, and you don't find much argument there either; you're a bit drowsy and make a comment about their prowess in other areas, saying that they're probably good. Solomon scoffs. You give him a saccharine smile, telling him they're definitely better than him. Solomon smiles in return. "Oh, really? So that's why you were calling for me so loudly last night?"