[Oh my god he's so energetic about this whole thing it's really kind of endearing. Energetic and a little dumb, Edie thinks, because it was really kind of obvious that it was his name. But the thrill he keeps getting at being complimented on his appearance doesn't go away, especially when the much larger man leans in.

He doesn't show any dissatisfaction with the invasion of his personal space, reaching out to touch a finger to the man's chin, taking his drink in the other hand.] Mm-hmm, I had an inkling that that was the case.

What do you like to do, Asmodai? Except sit in bars and try to make cute girls blush.