"Oh, just this nerd-looking demon. You've really only ever gotten nerds, haven't you? I mean, it's not surprising. Let's face it, if this was a high school movie I'd be wearing a leatherman jacket and you'd be snorting out toilet paper while grovelling at my feet." An amusing mental image, admittedly. He smirked and reached out to ruffle Aleister's hair.

"He likes spreadsheet. I call him Floyd, no idea what his actual name is." He gestured to some demon and the nerdy demon in question was led inside, looking appropriately terrified, trembling before the Morningstar on Hell's throne. "Do you remember him, puppy?"