Belial pulled him easily to his feet, made sure he was steady, and then released his hand.

"Well, I imagine it'll come back to you. You live here?" His cigarette had gone soggy in the rain -- as had the rest of him. The water plastered his hair to his temples and neck in thick clumps, and he abandoned his soggy cigarette to rake his fingers through it.

He glanced back towards the Manor. "Weather is balls and you look like you could use a drink."