"[B]Well, well, well...[/B]" Asmodeus said, his lips curling at the corners to reveal a sinister white grin.
"[B]It looks like we have a uninvited guest..[/B]"

In the center of what was a large and luxurious study sat Asmodeus in a plush, velvety chair. A fireplace burning behind him casting a dramatic light and shadow effect on him and the room. Though Asmodeus seemed slightly different than when he assumed control over Andrew's body. The same ring of black tattoo-like diamonds still encircled his left eye, but there were a few additions to the rest of him. Namely, he had two black stubby horns visible on the top of his head. A pair of bat-like wings were folded up behind him as he sat, along with a forked tail swaying behind him as mesmerizing as a snake. He sat with his legs crossed, leaning his head onto a fist as he stared at Phobetor and grinned darkly. 

"[B]Welcome, guest![/B]" he motioned with his hands at Phobetor as a chair would appear behind him.
"[B]Pleased to make your acquaintance.[/B]" He nodded his head at Phobetor politely.
"[B]I am Asmodeus. One of the Seven Kings of Hell and ranked 32nd as per the [I]Ars Goetia[/I][/B]" he placed a gloved hand on his chest as he introduced himself.
"[B]I believe you intended to conduct business with my Andrew? Sadly, I regret to inform you that he is currently sleeping and will not be able to come out and play.[/B]" 
"[B]Instead, how may I be of assistance? While my Andrew sleeps, I shall try my very best to accommodate you and answer any questions you may have.[/B]"
"[B]So if you would please introduce yourself and state your business. I would very much like to know the reason as to why you are intruding on my Andrew's dreams and what you had intended to do to him as he rested.[/B]" 
Asmodeus' grin slowly vanished, replaced by a stern glare. The lighting from the burning fireplace behind him giving his emerald-green eyes an odd intensity.

Looking around the study, all the walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of books. Volumes of them from the ground extending all the way upwards to reach the ceiling. The ground itself was covered in a fine rug. Within the back of the study behind Phobetor stood a tall Grandfather clock. Its pendulum quietly swinging side to side as the clock hands ticked away. Aside from the dark ceiling that held an unlit crystal chandelier, a few desks, tables, chairs and lamps scattered about, apparently Asmodeus made this space his home. His seat at the opposite end of the room, in front of the burning fireplace.