He knew what he signed up for but, this? Was not it. Velvet was dragging a corpse through the fucking lobby leaving a trail and was bringing it straight to him. She dropped the heavy body with a thud and looked up at him expectantly ; she was worse than a cat but, at least she caught a crook.
WITH HIS back turned to the entrance, he noticed Velvet’s arrival only when the owl-demon secretary he was talking to glanced at a spot behind him and groaned with a horrified grimace. The activity inside the lobby didn’t stop, didn’t turn less hectic, however a few gaps and whispers did echo throughout the whole room - and the thud resounded all around them the very moment Valentino finally turned to see what the fuck that fuss was all about. A jolt shook the corpse, so mauled that the impact with the floor had the head pop off their neck and slide a few inches closer to the Overlord’s boots. He glanced down at their lifeless eyes, still carrying a hint of the fear and pain they felt in their last, horrifying moments, then his gaze shot back up on Velvet, standing there and practically beaming at him.
He was far from being mad or shocked - not the first nor last corpse he’d see in such a state. Puzzled, however? Just a little bit.
The tip of his booth collided with the now double-dead demon’s forehead, making it rock ever so slowly. “Who’s this one, Vel?”