"Well, well, what are you doing here?" Gabe looked up in surprise as the door to his office opened and Demon stood there, a playful grin on his face.
"What? Not happy to see your favorite brother?" Demetri teased, leaning casually against the doorframe as he looked around casually.
"Uh huh... You're not my favourite. And, I don't know if I should be happy or worried. After all you are The Demon. What if you're here to drag me into hell?"
"Oh please? Hell is not the place for you. You'd bore the people there with your Mr Goody Two Shoes Attitude."
"Is that so? And I suppose they'd find your devil-may-care charm irresistible?"
"Naturally," Demetri replied with a smirk. "They practically roll out the red carpet every time I visit."
"Then why don't you go there and enjoy the hospitality there? Why come here?"
"Someone's being a little grumpy today," Demetri said, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't get your morning coffee?"