Rose Hathaway + Belphegor
"Like's not really the right word I guess. More like, well you get used to things after a few thousand years. So suddenly being in a different environment altogether takes a bit of getting used to." From what Belphegor had experienced so far of being topside, the weather had been actually quite pleasant. Yet with winter coming up the demon found himself less than thrilled with the prospect of seeing snow for the first time in over three thousand years.
"You saw a lot of fireworks as a kid? That's pretty neat." That smile of hers warmed his own, and with for a moment the demon paused to sip his beer as he contemplated just how magical the firework display could be. Especially since magic was something that Bel was quite familiar with. After a few seconds a sheepish grin spread across his lips and the 'young man' extended a hand to her. "The name's Belphegor, but most folks just call me Bel."