[ The scientists haven't quite dispersed, so he keeps his hands to himself, snugly folded in the cross of his arms. His eyebrows arch up into his bangs, incredulous and now matching the same expression. The silence prolongs as his gaze travels Belial from the his head to his toes, taking note of any changes or lack thereof. It's as if that time was a distant memory. ]
You. [ It isn't threatening, not at all laced with malice. Instead, it's neutral... At least until he speaks again. ] A "victim."
[ Disbelief paired with a flat look. Belial is conniving and that doesn't change just because the setting has. It doesn't help that it looks like the fallen angel is enjoying refreshments like this is some resort hotel. ]
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You. [ It isn't threatening, not at all laced with malice. Instead, it's neutral... At least until he speaks again. ] A "victim."
[ Disbelief paired with a flat look. Belial is conniving and that doesn't change just because the setting has. It doesn't help that it looks like the fallen angel is enjoying refreshments like this is some resort hotel. ]