Mr Pit Fiend
"What?" he asks flatly. Oops, you were staring again.
If you have ever met a Pit Fiend before, you don’t see the same spark that proclaims, “I will eat your soul for dessert tonight!” His gaze, a complex mix of non-judgement, penance, and jadedness, meets yours steadily. His robes are that of a station of medicine, and he performs his duties deliberately but without hurry. New patients shout alarm at seeing his form, but he does not seem to notice.