"...What?" That counts as a question, at least. "Intention on whose - "

His hands freezes with a piece of pancake halfway to his lips.

"...That doesn't - he can't just pull people here from other realities."

Assuming he hasn't learned anything new, that he didn't have any help, that he hasn't been planning this for who knows long -

"What would he need you for?" Everything that Zerxus admires would turn Asmodeus's stomach, and beyond that - he's a mortal, with no connection to other gods.