Satanachia brushed himself down with a bit of a smirk after being hugged. Demons... they didn't do that very often. It was weird. On the other hand, his feeling about the place she'd taken him to were utterly at odds with hers. He pushed himself up to the top of the fence encircling the palatial mansion, just taking a good, long look at it. "I think I want that..." He muttered mostly to himself, but loudly enough for anyone within earshot to hear him easily. "Bleak, black house, perched on the hill. There'll be infinite rooms there. Places to hide the deepest sins in a man's heart. An open door straight into Hell... How wonderful!" The demon prince laughed and slid down the cement wall, back onto the ground. "You never said we'd go somewhere so perfect!"