Andras took the glass of milk with a murmured thanks and happily drank it. It was good for bones you know. And kept the mind clear. More bone crunching sounds came from the bathroom but it just meant that the body was being disposed of.
"His own fault for having a girlfriend." Andras did not believe in sentiment except when he could exploit it. He was fairly laid back and for a minion of Satan very rarely got his feathers ruffled.
Huh. A Greek. New York was overrun with them. He took another gulp of the milk and smiled with fire in his glittering blue eyes, "Andras, Marquis of hell. It's a fancy title that means 'no one special.' I deal in problem solving. Occasionally I make dreams come true. Depends on the day." his tone was light but he was dead serious.