[Subtlety is not one of his strengths. The hint of red on her lips draws his eye, but even if he thinks she won't notice, he's just too shy to look for more than a brief moment.

At the same time, he is making a conscious effort to appear less conspicuous and he rolls his lip over his lone fang as she's speaking with him for what little good it does, as it always pops right back out again.]

Oh... [His expression softens with an empathetic look as she confirms that sinners are still being dragged into this slightly less hellish part of hell.] One dinner party turned into a bloody brawl of sorts, so... Often enough, I suppose? But then other times everything can go relatively smoothly... Or at least better than one would expect.

[He pauses to clear his throat, wondering if he's rambling. He tends to do so often enough, but especially when he's nervous.] Sorry, I know that doesn't really answer your question. It's been a few months for me and I still can't make sense of anything that happens here.