The mark on Joes hand pulsed menacingly, indicating the demons displeasure. Joe on the other hand had a grin on his face. "Sure, there's still plenty of room in that pocket dimension for your stuff. " Ace's appearance had lifted his mood considerably.  He plopped down on the cluttered couch, "I hate to be a naysayer, but something doesn't seem right about this vacation.  Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but something feels off. Ah, who am I kidding, I've probably been on too many missions and could use the vacation. So tell me, how you plan on spending all that cash?"