Alastor would have argued that a sack of potatoes possessed more sense than Mundus, but that was neither here nor there.

Hearing the voice, his tail flicks back and forth. He can tell this other devil, one who smells strangely familiar and yet simultaneously new, isn't close to him yet...but with the kind of power he can sense, something like a wooden floor hardly makes for a shield.

"Sorry, if you want entertainment, you'll have to catch me at the movies. I'm just here to find out what's going on that this town's gone to Hell...or Hell's come to the town."