Belial managed to produce a meal that would have fed a pharoh's harem, if not his eunuchs, without a thought. Wonton soup, szechuan chicken on a bed of white rice, and shrimp chow mein for starters, with a side of breaded honey chicken soaked in syrupy sweetness.

"It's been a few millennia since I've had a break," he said, settling himself into a chair next to the odd man and stretching lazily. He considered the question for a moment, and shook his head. "It's not been busy here, really. Most of the action is happening in other parts of the hotel... I just clean tables and serve drinks."

He leaned forward to scoop some of the chicken and rice onto his plate. Blinking, he looked up at the man. "I'm sorry. My name's Belial--it completely slipped my mind to say so."