He rolled his eyes. "I am a Prince. They are my minions, my lessers. Why would I befriend them?" He rolled all day. "oh you know. Killing. Defiling. Fallen Angel business." His voice was perfectly neutral then.
"Mostly collecting souls, tempting people. Harassing Satan and trying to make Joshua into something resembling a future King. A sore disappointment that child. Can't even torture right. The worst part is how he just won't die."