"Did you at least get their souls?" he couldn't remember that much. Maybe he'd been asleep at that time, it seemed like the most likely choice. "And fitting. I'll borrow a shower from one of the suits." Most of them were theirs anyway. They owed him a shower or two.
He turned from the sun to sit beside Satan. Heights like these didn't bother him so much ash they made him want to stretch his wings. Maybe after he was cleaner.