Jalut
The demon was, for the lack of a better term, an usually very upbeat old geezer. It was because of that upbeatness that he was also known for his excess. Drinking excesively, fighting excessively, and most of all, laughing excessively. It's how he lived, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
But in all his life, no one, not even the birds the trees or even the sky would have heard him laugh as much. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed so much he sounded like he'd laugh his lungs out.
"Oh god, oh god! I have not had such a good one in ages..." He wiped a tear of of his eye, giggling at the whole thing. This was great!
"You know what, I like you. You get to hit me first." He braced himself, a little though, but more than usual, because someone who made him have such a good time deserved at least a little regard.