The effortless looking hover that Satanachia managed to achieve was truly a strain on his back and chest. What an odd human, climbing the rusted tangle of badly tended pipes and such that so often clung tenaciously to their building. Odd that they lived on top of each other like they did too, but he'd been saying that for decades.<br/><br/>With his arms crossed over his chest, his wing beats faltered only long enough for him to drop a foot or so. "I don't think a flightless thing like you should be so far in the sky," he said to the girl, not even looking at her as he spoke. In his head though, the demon entertained the thought of plucking her up and then dropping her. He wasn't sure either if that was purely him or one of those errant 'pranks' of the type his host enjoyed, but decided he wouldn't go through with it.