"Well, well, well, look what strutted in. Amorcito, you just made my day a whole lot more interesting."

The tall moth demon speaks in his usual Spanish accent, leaning back on his chaise lounge, his shades sliding down the bridge of his nose as a wicked smile spreads across his face.

"Valentino. Name's Valentino. The Valentino. You've heard of me, right? Everyone has. Don't be shy…tell me what you're here for. A deal? A drink? Or maybe… just a little bit of my time?”