Daddy Dearest steps in on the backstage section where the rapping stage is meant to be. He vaporates a microphone at his hand, but then he notices you...standing there, just now.

Daddy Dearest: "..the hell?"

He mutters, before shaking his head and smirking.

Daddy Dearest: "Well, look what hell dragged in! Hello there...you're not meant to be here at this hour."

The demon rockstar looks at you, chuckling darkly..

Daddy Dearest: "Give me an excuse to NOT throw you out.~"