[When Satan comes back over he drops the cigarette to the floor and puts it out before walking over to him. The smell lingers around him, his scent a mix of cigarettes and bergamot now
all smokey to add to the citrus and musk he had before.]

Why don't we go deeper in the alleyway? I can black what's happening and make an ice wall so no one sees. I don't think it's illegal if I crack it after. Pretty sure I can make a thin enough one.

[He's already rolling up his sleeves and stretching to prepare for the ice wall he mentioned. For a moment his icy blue eyes almost give off the illusion that they glowed for a moment.]

Sound like a plan?