[Sometimes, a demon who can act possesses a demon who can act and the result is that you just have way too much drama piled on top of each other to really recognize anything. Maou (sort of) isn't attired in his usual clothes this evening save for the scarlet, clinking earrings, and while his scythe isn't in evidence he's certainly got enough layers on to compensate for it.

It looks like he's truly helped himself to the boutique proper at some point, because he's wearing what looks like the fantasy equivalent of cross between a kimono (you know, those ones they have in totally-not-set-in-Japan RPGs) and a mage's robe. There's a lot of cloth, is my point. He's swishing while he talks.]

Haha, I always have a great deal to say about dungeons -- I am a master of one, after all.

[Just offhand, because that's totally a thing and he's totally not literally one of the masters of this dungeon. Ish. Maybe. An eyebrow perks up and he seemingly just. Looks Dick over again in an appraising manner.

Should Dick be insulted that he hadn't considered him for a quickie first of all? Who knows.]

A bold offer, but then we have a quest to complete this week, do we not? A much more clear objective than the past weeks..