What Chris didn't know was that Belthazor knew the pains of being notable in his human life, being a nobleman and forced to deal with all that entailed, so he knew how a gentleman should look, especially one so highly prized as a Halliwell summoner. He went after Chris, adjusting the clothes as he saw fit to make sure they looked neat and proper as they should be. Thankfully, summons didn't have to worry about their clothes and Belthazor had to worry even less. It didn't matter what he was wearing when he looked like a demon, he had found.

"Just for the rest of the day and the night, summoner," he responded mentally with a calming wave of emotions and memories. "You might be an adult as a summoner, but you're still a child in many ways. We can take an afternoon off for you to have a bit of a vacation."