[It's interesting, because despite being a creature of the dark it hasn't been common until now to find Maou lurking the recesses of the hotel long after bedtime -- unless it's bedtime, if you know what we mean, but you'd expect demons to have better reign of the dark all the same -- but at this particular moment in time? Judging by his lazy strides and posture, Dick isn't the only one prowling.
There's one thing that a demon does really, really well in the dark.
Hunting is all well and good, stalking patiently until the prey comes to you is also good, but...? When Maou whirls around at the encounter, he seems perfectly cheerful and expectant to find bats after dark. Something like that. One well-manicured hand is raised in greeting.]
Hello, Nightwing.
[Congratulations, you escaped my momentary quandary about whether Maou would literally call him Richard Grayson like a grandfather. Anyway.]
Of course. I'm certainly in no hurry -- we've all the time in the world. I must say, it is a pity when a dungeon such as this is not properly timed, but it has its merits.
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There's one thing that a demon does really, really well in the dark.
Hunting is all well and good, stalking patiently until the prey comes to you is also good, but...? When Maou whirls around at the encounter, he seems perfectly cheerful and expectant to find bats after dark. Something like that. One well-manicured hand is raised in greeting.]
Hello, Nightwing.
[Congratulations, you escaped my momentary quandary about whether Maou would literally call him Richard Grayson like a grandfather. Anyway.]
Of course. I'm certainly in no hurry -- we've all the time in the world. I must say, it is a pity when a dungeon such as this is not properly timed, but it has its merits.