"Funny how we can spend the time to learn about the lot up on High." Zaveid mutters. "But the High doesn't bother looking this low." So maybe there's a little more force than necessary in shutting his jewelry up.

"Then again, it is a one way street. We get those not good enough to stay up, but no demon is ever 'good' enough to end up in the High."

And he drops himself in the armchair, irritably undoing any braids left.

Yep, he's sleeping here.