With a groan, Belphegor's four arms stretch languidly over the edge of her lavish Sloth Bed, the plush pillows and silken sheets rumpled from her restless slumber. Her eyes, surrounded by dark circles of exhaustion, peek open through the thick fringe of her long lashes, and she regards the disturbance with a look that could make the most persistent of souls feel the weight of her displeasure. Her snore, a gentle purr of annoyance, morphs into a sleepy grumble.

Mmm... she drawls, one of her smaller, upper eyes blinking open briefly to glare at the source of the noise

...who...yawn...whoever's making that...that...huff...unholy racket...another yawn...please, for the love of all that's holy..keep it down! With a dramatic sigh, she flops her head back onto the pillow. She snuggles into the embrace of the bed, her fluffy tail flipping over the edge, and attempts to return to her peaceful oblivion, mumbling something about "considerate demons" and "respecting a lady's rest.