"Oh yeah. I like this..." The demon still held the rat by its tail, watching it squirm intently with strange black white eyes. He licked a black lip as if he might be considering eating it. "Not quite as intimidating as back home, but it'll do." Finally he simply dropped the animal and ignored it scurrying away, really no worse for the wear, but possibly ready to preach to its brothers and start the first, odd, non-sentient, rat-religion based on its experience.<br/><br/>And Satanachia? Somehow even more the reigning Prince than he could have been while seeing the world through an angel's eyes. He looked completely at home on this little street corner, just as at home as in a palace. Then again, why shouldn't he? He was a demon after all, and Prince of all Earthly Pleasure. Self-proclaimed. "Oh come now. I know you humans are a bit more resilient than that! It's been a damn minute since I was summoned. This is much better than that other way..." He felt his forearm first before offering her a hand. "Up up up. We have things to do, my dear! Hatred, now that one I like. You finally gettin' with the program?" The prince appeared much more amused with things now, and it was true. But he did so love to cause mayhem! "After all, what's a human without a little hatred?"