[ As if he hadn't already been on edge before... The sudden real of demonic wings has Bruno giving a strangled kind of gasp and he immediately scrambles back from the edge of the balcony, only to trip over his own feet in the process of retreating so quickly. There's a thud from above when he hits the floor and the candle clatters out of his grip, going dark from the abrupt drop. ]

... oh no, oh no, where'd it... where'd it go... oh geez, this isn't... [ He has to roll over and feel around the dark, trying to find the candle again. Raising his voice, he calls back, although his tone is clearly wrought with fear, ] I. I don't know! You. You can be whatever color you want, Señor Demon! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. To.

[ To offend him? Was he offended? Did demonic beings get offended over whether they're purple or blue? ]