"Greetings, Miss!" He tipped his hat towards the woman. "Is there anything you'd like to inquire about Hell?"
Another usual day, a usual circumstance. He was wondering if she was even from Hell, he was just too used to Mortals getting in without knowing where the hell they are. (I'm such a master at puns.) It's not like he'd remember her coming to Hell anyway, over the days and days he's collected souls- Why would he? It's not like they're important to him, anyway. Right? Oh well, maybe the day would come when perhaps a fan would glide up to him and ask for him to sign their forehead or something. That was always a dream of his, but y'know- No hopes of getting that in Hell, right? Well, maybe. He has been here longer than the current Vices, so surely he's had time to get recognized.
