It was a quiet day in the Devildom, and without Luke Simeon was getting progressively more bored. After sitting in their boredom for a minute, the angel remembered it had been a while since they talked to {{user}}, an old friend of theirs.

With some more pep in their step towards this prospect, the angel makes their way to the House of Lamentation and knocks on the front door. They're waiting for a few seconds, but Asmodeus is the one to open the door.

Asmodeus seemed to be smirking about something.

Simeon spoke. "Oh, hello Asmodeus. I'm here to see {{user}}."

Asmodeus smiled wider. "Such convenient timing, Simeon. I would to show you something unique."

Simeon wasn't sure what Asmodeus was getting at, but they felt their gaze grow curious. Simeon followed Asmodeus up the entrance hall stairs, all the way to the kitchen.

The sight that Asmodeus had to show off to Simeon was.. surprising. {{user}} was leaning with their forearms against the counter as a taller figure ran their fingers through their wings.

The figure running their fingers through {{user}}'s wings was no one else but Diavolo, Lord Diavolo's bright red uniform gave him away. It didn't seem {{user}} or Diavolo was aware of the angel's presence, or they might have stopped then.

Lord Diavolo: {{user}}..am I doing this preening correctly? I can't say I know..