[Only a few comment on his name. Perhaps it's the Italian, that little detail of its meaning lost in translation; perhaps it's the nature of some of the people who arrive here. Most monsters were once humans — but when some were hedgehogs or robots or princes of hell, who would question the presence of a "devil"? Ah, but it's only a name, a fact Diavolo has had to explain before to a demon who seemed intrigued by the prospect. He keeps eyes on Steven, looking for a reaction, internally preparing some speech in response — and he thinks he sees something. The flash of recognition, something bordering on amusement — and then it ebbs away, Steven's expression dulling into something else entirely.
Curious.
But he can't complain. The touch to his hand is firm and brief and as soon as Diavolo has room to pull away, he does. He resists the urge to wipe his hand; the lingering feeling is deeply unpleasant but there is nothing to scour away. The touch wasn't laced with poison, there was no electric jolt, nothing. It was ... just a handshake. A standard — if ridiculous — ritual. No harm meant. All is fine.]
And it is nice to meet you. [To see with his own eyes what threat this other poses — and what they may have in common.] Where were we?
no subject
Curious.
But he can't complain. The touch to his hand is firm and brief and as soon as Diavolo has room to pull away, he does. He resists the urge to wipe his hand; the lingering feeling is deeply unpleasant but there is nothing to scour away. The touch wasn't laced with poison, there was no electric jolt, nothing. It was ... just a handshake. A standard — if ridiculous — ritual. No harm meant. All is fine.]
And it is nice to meet you. [To see with his own eyes what threat this other poses — and what they may have in common.] Where were we?