Such vile loathsome insubordination– If Blackheart could find himself in the grips of a traditional grin, he would be. The towering presence of the Son of Hell rises to his feet, the slight hunch to his simply massive figure not detracting at all from his height. Those beaming red eyes sliding away, to gaze elsewhere, perhaps to the floor outside the room, filled with people selling their life away. “Well you are here bothering me, so truly it must be important– You know I am busy tainting and tempting the souls of men. So, what is it you need, then?” With a faint motion of his wrist, he stirs the contents of his goblet about before indulging in it, gaze shifting back to the demon.
He would hardly call sitting around and tempting souls busy. Not that he would ever voice his true thoughts of the matter to anyone – let alone Blackheart themselves. Still, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t at least ‘poke the bear’ in his own way. “If you’re so busy, why does it look like your doing nothing?” A slight grin spread across his lips as he took a step forward. “Either way? Let’s just say I thought I would drop on by.” More importantly, since he was in the area, it was only proper… or so he thought anyways.
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