Paul was more than happy that he didn't fall on his old ass right now as he took a "seat" and listened to the man before him. "I suppose that's true...but I can please have my regular clothes on? These pants are not that comfortable to sit in," he commented as he looked over the clothes once again. They are not that bad...but sadly not my style, he thought in his mind and couldn't help but let a sigh pass his lips. "Oh and can you materialize a cigarette too? With a lighter?"

Dario rolled his eyes when he heard the other male. He snapped his fingers and the man was now sitting in the clothes he met him in.. with that expection that now they had a bit of a rock edge to them, making Paul looking like an old rockstar. Even more when Dario gave him the cigarette he wanted, already lit. His eyes were all the time on other male, not leaving him for even one second.
"So now.. when I gave you what you wanted.. care to tell me your name?", he asked, taking a drag of his own cigarette.

Paul looked at his clothes and raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything as he took the cigarette and took a nice long drag from it as the smoke left his nostrils. "The name is Paul, what's yours kid?"

"Why do you need to insult me, calling me a kid? Do I really look to you that young.. even if you don't believe I'm a demon? And my name is Dario", he said, rolling his eyes.

"Sorry, in the world of dreams you can be anyone and never seen a demon or an angel or anything like that so I don't believe in them. However I have met plenty of people who claim," he replied back as he took a drag from his cigarette. "So Dario huh? What do you do?" Great, in a dream with another nut job. Nothing unusual since I'm used to it, but he is a better dream manipulator than most so that's good.

"I saw angel only once..", said Dario, not saying it was because hw was doing things that caused chaos in humans lives. ".. though we are not quite like people made us.. It is not like angel's all are good and demon bad. Also about humans having souls.. it's more like pile of money. And some things make it go away. Or more like getting dirty. But we don't know much about it. Demons eat various things as well as angels. Though we can survive on human's food.. though there is always this craving place in us."

"Uh huh," nodded Paul as the words were kind of leaving one ear and out the other with a few words sticking around. "So you're saying you watched too many teenager angst movies and that nobody understands you and stuff?"

Hmmm I wonder what Karen is dreaming of, he wondered as he smirked at what they did for the last couple of hours. Heh showed her how studly I was with my libido and this extra horniness isn't so bad. Has it's perks.

Dario frowned when he heard the other male. Then something smacked Paul's head.
"You're an asshole", he stated simply. "You didn't listen to anything I said. Teenager angst? Seriously. You would be in troubles if it was that. I'm able to fuck a shit out of you in here and i reality so I would suggest to think about what you letting out of your damn mouth."

Paul's head moved to the side slightly as he looked around to see what hit him before looking over to Dario. "And being called an asshole is nothing new to me by the way," he finished his smoke and dropped it on the floor. "Plus I did listen. I met plenty of people who think they are God, Angels, Demons, or whatever the fuck they think they are," Paul scowled over to Dario. Cheeky ass brat, saying he is going to fuck me...I highly doubt it as I would beat him to a tiny pulp!