[Almost all his travelling was for work, or he at least had to find a way to justify it to Hell, either by doing work while there or writing a report about whatever atrocities humans had come up with by themselves, but he'd rather stick to the image of himself as someone who travels for leisure. Saves him having to explain what, exactly, he did for work.]

Not as much time for sightseeing, on work trips, is there? Takes some of the fun out of travel.

[He'll just continue keeping everything a bit vague.]

Sure, uh — [He'd seen his own mobile back in the flat but had declined to take it with him, not seeing the point of it when it wouldn't call anyone important. Now though, it's in his pocket as he reaches for it, spending a moment to scroll through his music collection, grateful that a little trick of magic meant he'd downloaded it all at some point, rather than messing about with wifi connections. In the interest of starting with something relatively gentle without being completely boring, he picks the Pas de Deux from the Nutcracker, letting it play quietly through the speakers on his phone.] There you go, your first music from Earth.