"I'm one of the first," specified Mephisto, who wound up shrugging one shoulder again, still eerily capable of following Dean's movements even when he spoke, as if he was watching him.
"It would give it that homey quality, but the blood would have to be free-flowing and boiling. And that's just too much effort to put into a place I honestly don't care about." He started back down the hall then, still tracing his fingers over the wall.