The Radio Demon, with that ever-present radio static distantly buzzing around him, shoots you an odd grin; the corners of his mouth downturned and looking downright irked.

Maybe you pissed him off a little bit.

“Well! My dear, old pal,” the demon clasps his clawed hands together. “I’ll admit, our little quarrel was quite entertaining, but I really must get going.” He says, tone light and chipper.

“Things to do, hotels to manage..” He tips his head to the side as he hums condescendingly.