Sometimes, whenever Snake found himself a lone in a room, he'd enjoy the opportunity to be more natural. Once he had spotted a tiny gray mouse lurking in the corner nibbling on a crumb of something. Snake picked it up by the tail between his two fingers and the mouse squirmed and squeaked in his grasp. Then, without hesitation Snake swallowed the mouse whole without the slightest bit of trouble. Though, unknown to him, Sebastian had seen the entire act and looked upon it with a strange smile, as the way Snake acted when he believed himself to be alone, was almost homely to Sebastian. Like he was next to a person that could in some way, understand his own culture for once. After all, it was lonely to be the only demon around in a group of humans that didn't understand.
"Snake, can I ask you something that may be considered personal?" Sebastian asked politely. Snake looked down at the tiny corn snake sitting in the front pocket his coat, that hissed a tiny little 'go on'.
"It depends on the question, says Thompson." Snake said.
"Are you a demon?" Sebastian asked, quite sincerely, without the slightest bit of the sarcasm or the condescending tone that he had the majority of the time.
"Excuse me?" Snake asked. He turned a red color, but it wasn't out of embarrassment or because he was so introverted. Thompson crawled his way up the mans sleeve, the snake did not want to witness.
"I am not aware as to what congregation you belong to or what idiotic ideas were spoon fed to you as a child, Mr Sebastian, but I can assure you that I am not a demon, witch, heathen or any of those so-called 'righteous' slurs you were raised on. So if you would so kindly keep your superstitions to yourself and not force your offensive misbeliefs on me just because of how I look, I would most assuredly aprreciate it... says myself." Snake told him.
"I just assumed that because you said you came from a hot climate-" Sebastian said but Snake interrupted him before he could even continue his thought.
"Eu sou do Brasil!" Snake yelled at him before he stomped out of the room, thoroughly offended, pissed off and he now had even less respect for Sebastian than he did from the 'luxury suite' ordeal.
"Sweet Hell, I hate atheists." Sebastian sighed.