What's it, what's it-- "Hey, watch it," there's the careless mutter from the man emerging, nothing more. He shuffles forward a couple awkward steps, almost swiping at the retreating demon.

Oho, piano. This reminds him of other things, older things-- Supi, mostly. He's always wondered why the redhead was so fond of it, but he couldn't ask him now, anyway.

The dark-haired man shuffles forward, pulling his hat lower over slitted eyes. "Hey, hey, I c'n understand if ya ain't pleased w'one thing or the other, but I got places to be," he says, already tilting his head back in that awkward laziness he tends to emit.