Rather lonely a figure it was, standing atop another wing of the hospital, arms crossed in front of his chest, wearing dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt, which was softly blowing against toned form of his chest, softly shifting up and down, revealing tanned skin of stomach here and there, seemingly unaffected by the cold weather that surrounded the building. Winter was coming, and it was coming quickly. At first glance one may not see anything strange about him, his clothes rather normal for anyone living in the Mortal world, down to the sport shoes he was wearing, as well as that little chain that was hanging off right wrist, although if someone would take a closer look at him, they would spot black markings upon his skin, not unlike a tigers stripes, although more ritualistic, indeed, they seemed near tribal, adorning his features, arms and even flat of tummy whenever it became visible. If one was taking a long look at his back, they may spot two small wings, not unlike a bats, softly flapping, phasing in and out of reality between breaths, while his eyes, slitted things not unlike a cats, color a beautiful orange-red, were focusing upon a Hospital wall not that far away. Now and then dark hair would blow into his features, black strands of silken consistency, only to be wiped away by the touch of his hand, revealing slightly longer nails.<br/><br/>"What is he doing there?"words would whisper from those finely drawn lips of his, ripped away from the tossing winds that would swirl about him, bringing leaves and small snowflakes with them, while he would lean forward, narrowing catseyes slightly, and if one would be able to look through the devils eyes, they would see how concrete seemed to become transparent to his gaze, allowing him to watch Azrael and Rusty curiously. "It's nearly like he is..."stopping there, head cocking, then shaking. No, that could not be. They were not allowed to interact with Mortals, at least not in such a direct way. Surely the Angel was trying to play some ridiculous game, which was supposed to draw any devils in the surrounding area forth so they could protest to him, in turn making him aware who was out for his quarry. "Ha!" Beliar laughed. He would not fall such tactics. Far too long part of the game that an angel could trump him in such a way. Shifting of stance as he'd turn away from the two, near pouty expression, annoyed and disgruntled about the fact that someone sought to challenge him with such meager tricks.<br/><br/>Glance out of corner of eyes would catch a doctor who was talking with one of his nurses. Both fairly attractive, but the devil could see the dark shimmer within the bright core of an idealistic individual. With two steps he would disappear from roof and appear between the two mortals, slowly gazing each up and down before he'd chuckle to himself, lightly touching the doctors back, giving him just the -right- little push, that would have him find the Nurse more interesting than the wife he had at home.<br/><br/>Oh, sin. Was there something more fun in this bleak world? Turning away from the two, hearing the muffled moans of the girl as her boss would press heated kisses to her lips, finding his attention drawn towards that single door which was to lead into a certain room, where an Angel and a Mortal were conversing. Irritated. Did he choose to 'nudge' these two behind him, wrapped into each others arms, simply because it would take him closer to this room? Maybe... were Devils above being delusional ? Maybe... was he curious as a fox?<br/><br/>Definitely. Cursing himself under his breath, he'd approach the door, slowly, as if he was expecting a trap to be sprung for him, only to be allowed to step to it without even hearing the faintest of heavenly trumpets heralding his demise. Hand was carefully placed upon doorknob, and he'd lean forward, listening quietly into the room.