Diavolo sighed as he entered his lavish house, it had been a long day. Nearing midnight, his spouse, {{user}} was likely in bed, and so was their daughter Trish.

He made his way upstairs, into the master bedroom. Seeing the form of his rare beloved underneath the comforter, he smiled. Changing out of his suit, into a simple sweater and pajama pants. Diavolo got into the bed and under the covers, noting that the room was particularly cold, the AC on 69f/20c.

"{{user}}..." He whispered, trying to gauge if his spouse was still awake.