A soft knock against the bar broke the silence of the dead evening. It was pretty late, even by hells standards. What could he say, the work day was long. Olii preferred the lobby without loud hustle and bustle anyways. There was a sort of serenity about it, not having the loud sounds of talking interrupting his thoughts. It made it easier to relax. He slipped himself onto one of the barstools, letting his legs swing in the air as he did so. His voice was soft as he spoke, trying not to break the quiet more than he had to. He gave a smile to the bartender. "Hey husker. You open?"
Husk had been quietly whistling to himself as he had been counting up the day's earnings. Everything had been cleaned and put away nicely but the demon had halted, both his whistling and movement, as soon as the soft shuffling of the barstools. Husk had set the bills back in the change box he had pulled up from under the counter and spun around with a soft sigh. "I mean, I could whip up some- Are you even old enough to drink?" He raised an eyebrow as soon as his gaze settled on Olii.