Politely invited, you sit down to dine at the devil's table. A princely and most elegant host. Smaller than he looks on TV but immaculate in white tie and tails, with his own tail, twin forked trailing. And the cloven hooves are, rather shockingly, bare of shoes. The two horns lend an air of devilish charm, and do not mar the fine and handsome, though rather worn features of his friendly face. A gentle man, kind and solicitous. A scholar, a man of profound learning and understanding. A man of discreet wealth and perfect taste. A man of sorrows and, obviously, well acquainted with grief. He immediately makes you feel at home and at ease and, like all perfect hosts, makes you feel the most important person in the room.