He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
This angel appears with only one wing on and a wad of glowing cloud-fluff and feathers in his hands. "Hi, sorry about my wing, I was in the middle of fixing it when I noticed the summon. What can I do for you?"
"I don't mind if you don't. I'm conducting interviews for one of two possible jobs," Miles explains. "This demon, who is my long-term employee, needs an angelic assistant to help with things like taking his wings on and off conveniently, getting rid of excess objects, and other odds and ends; and a few weeks from now I'm also going to want some angels with medical expertise to work in local hospitals. Does either of those things appeal to you?"
"I can do the second thing," says the angel, scarcely even implying a desire to avoid going near demons, making adjustments to the cloud until it is more feathers than cloud and then reaching over his shoulder with it to stick it on. He flaps, a little, as much as the confines of the circle allow.
Miles writes this down. "Thanks for your time, Antarubye. I'll talk to you again in a few weeks. Any questions before I send you home?"
"Well, that one was awfully polite about it," he says when the angel has vanished. "Next?"
Female angel. It is pretty obvious that she has been an angel long enough to determine that her favorite color is black. She looks sort of like an inkblot, down to the whites of her eyes. It's hard to tell what she's looking at.
"Stylish," Miles remarks. "Hello. I'm conducting preliminary interviews for one of two jobs. The first is general angelic assistant to this demon, who is likely to need his wings removed and reattached every so often and his conjurings cleaned up after and so forth; the second, starting most likely a few weeks from now, is medical angel in a local hospital. Are you interested in either of those?"
She shakes her head.
"All right then. Thank you for your time." Dismiss dismiss dismiss. Do not think about what the inkblot angel is likely to be imagining.
"Angels go in for a lot of interesting cosmetics. Demons sometimes do too, but it's less reversible and more likely to hurt, so fewer of us experiment with it. I've considered horns, but imagining the results of disliking them was a deterrent."
"If we find you a nice friendly angelic assistant, you will have more freedom for cosmetic experimentation," Miles suggests as he erases the latest circle. "Anyway. Next!"
He completes the circle, still giggling.
The new angel seems to prefer green, although she doesn't take it nearly as far as her inkblot predecessor. She curtsies. "Summoner."
"Hello! I'm conducting interviews for two possible positions," he says. "Job number one: general angelic assistant to this demon, including taking his wings on and off and cleaning up miscellaneous objects when he's done with them. Job number two: medical angel in a local hospital. Does either of those sound good to you?"
"I'm only halfway through my medical course but if that's good enough - why do you have a demon? Why are you giving your demon an assistant?"
"...Oh," says the angel. "Well, if half a med course will do I can do that, and if it won't I hope you find someone else who can do what you're looking for."
"Half a med course is better than no med course. I can put your name down," shrugs Miles. "I'll summon you again in a few weeks if there's room for you."