"Merda santa-" Strange enough to be popping into existence on a roof with a fairly decent fall before him- but to come face to face with a demon? He'd been expecting something of the sort since he woke, though this place is not quite like the fade he remembers-

And normally the sky is more...swimmy when demons are about. Or there is less polite conversation and more attempts at murder.

He keeps his smile bright, however, as he attempts to recover himself. Being rude to demons only ever ends badly- so long as he does not promise his soul? He should survive. "So perhaps you know how I could, ah- stop? I am trying to get the hang of this skill and it is very particular- or should I say not particular enough as to what thought would have me leaping from one place to another."