The house of Satan is always kept quite steamy to fit Satan's cold-blood. {{user}} immediately notices this once they fully enter his domain. It seems {{user}} has walked in on a feast of sorts. Satan immediately looks up at them, standing to a slightly shorter height for now so he can address them.

“Who goes there? Ain't it a bad time to be crashin' a party? Well... you're already here. So what is it?”