The moment Steve sits down, the chair ripples beneath him to match the armchair Zerxus is in. It's obnoxiously comfortable.

Asmodeus doesn't exactly sit; one moment he's standing, and the next he's lounging back in something reminiscent of a throne, but not quite ostentatious enough that it looks entirely out of place.

Zerxus rolls his eyes, but he straightens in his chair; the more they talk the faster his wound heals, which is - well, he'll file that away to think about later. "If you brought him here, I'd like to know why."

He doesn't expect honesty, but that doesn't mean he won't hear anything useful.

Asmodeus tilts his head, eyebrows arching slightly. "That's the question, isn't it." With a wry gesture towards Steve, "Don't mistake me, you're very entertaining but I do have a kingdom to run."

He's trying to make it sound absurd.