He glanced around the Manor, taking in the scenery again. Long, vaulted hallways extending off in several directions from the Lobby; spacious rooms, from what little he had seen from his cursory examination on the way up the front drive. There was sure to be plenty of room, and a fair amount of attraction for all manner of sight-seeking mortals, he supposed.

He ran his fingers through his hair and wondered who this 'Rachel' fellow was. Sounded like some saucy French barman fresh out of school. Rachel.

Belial's hand abruptly jerked and he pulled out several strands of hair at the name. Well. Perhaps not.

"No need to follow decorum," he said lightly, taking her hand in his briefly and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm on holiday."

He released her hand and swept his long black hair back over his shoulder. "I'd love to see the place."