The claim of being Lucifer's grandson was met with bright, wide eyes. Surely, the boy wasn't pulling her chain, was he? No. There wasn't a demon insane enough alive to impersonate royalty. And that's when she took a knee and bowed before the boy, "I-I'm sorry, sire, such dreadful manners, I wasn't aware you are royalty," her tone to be graceful was traced over by a slight sense of pleading. Ugh, she was so pathetic. Not only was she born of lesser spirits, but she wasn't even a useful Hellhound -- she couldn't light herself on fire to save her life and she didn't have three heads either. Standing up, she bowed again, dusting herself off, "I'm a Hellhound.. you can't smell it on me? Anyway, you're at an academy. And I haven't heard that empire name in a long time. I believe you've been in that portal of yours for a very long time, sir. I apologize sincerely, but I cannot estimate the proper amount of time you've missed.""Hey you don't have to bow. Yes I might be royalty ,but this is....an academy and plus my ass of a grandfather is probably responsible for me slipping into my eternal sleep." He walked closer towards the girl and got uncomfortably close to her and began to sniff."You do have some reminace of hell on you. Why does it smell so faint? If I can help you become stronger just ask. I'm not a total ass like my ancestors were." He raps his hands around his neck and started examining his surroundings."What the hell is wrong with these mortals....."