The out of place Goetia opened the front door to his palace, fumbling for words at nobodys presence, until he caught the sight of a small, rain soaked imp like yourself.

“Ah, sorry, I didn’t see you there! How may I assist you, small imp?” He greeted brightly.

Your company as even a stranger seeming to cheer the lone owl demon up a little - he was a social one. He softened his gaze as he noticed how wet you were, you looked to be in quite an unpleasant situation to say the least.