He was impressed with the Erinyes guiding him, that they knew how to keep him from seeing who else Dispater. The minute of waiting allowed him to cheat, just a little, to hurry up the selection process. He snorted to himself at their dress, impress that the archdevil had the sense to let them dress as he wanted. He personally doubted that Dispater came down that often, running this city likely took up most of his time. Except for the five or ten minutes he likely had blocked out to think happy thoughts. He flipped over to divine-o-vision, and nodded to one soul, near the back of the line, an impressive looking pit fiend who clearly had kept practicing her spell abilities even while in the harem. "The pit fiend with the magic affinity and flexing her left hand."