It wasn't going to be terribly long. While the promise of an actual death was very tempting, and lord knew it had been over eight decades since he'd gotten to enjoy the genuine emotional climax of a good, bloody murder... The offer of being able to spend the night out on the town, outside of Hell, won out in the end. He could indulge in old, bad habits later, if the angel was just going to offer him a night out now.

It'd be just a few minutes before the screaming would start, and then barely a few seconds after, it'd come to a sharp, if somewhat moist sounding end, the visceral sound of a few wet pops suggesting the violent snapping of several important, deep set, meaty bones.

The stench of blood would follow him out of the house, along with the baying of the dog still trapped in the laundry room, idly and casually picking his teeth with a pearly bone shard with one hand, while the other brushed off a stringy, still quivering line of viscera clinging to his coat like a particularly slimy caterpillar.

Seemed like despite the time limit here, he'd made some time to enjoy himself, at least a little bit.

"Now, I wouldn't expect such a quick job every time, a man's gotta have a little fun on the job every now and again, I don't want this to become totally thankless."