[ talk about unlucky. right as he's preparing to respond to the chat message, he inattentively runs headfirst into its sender, nearly dropping his device. ]

Oh. My apolog--

[ really? of all the familiar faces to run into here, it had to be the spare...

his tone immediately sours. ]

You.

Did you fail to uphold your promise so badly, you would rather play with colorful animals?

[ he's sneering like a tomcat, but reduced to being a human he's not exactly threatening. ]

What would poor Lucifer think, hm?