He's lived for a very long time in, let's be honest, the worst possible place. Not much fazes him anymore.
That has him whipping his head around and almost choking on, "What."
Asmodeus, meanwhile, looks tremendously amused. With a click of his tongue and a sharp-edged lilt to his voice, "He thinks very highly of himself, doesn't he."
For once, Zerxus barely even hears him. "That doesn't - a distraction is one thing, why would he care if I - and I wouldn't, the only man I've touched in a hundred years is hi - "
"All right, that's quite enough of that." With a snap of his fingers, Asmodeus cuts off Zerxus's speech entirely. It doesn't look painful, at least, more like he's been muted. He actually keeps going, for a second, before his mouth snaps shut and he glares daggers at his god.
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That has him whipping his head around and almost choking on, "What."
Asmodeus, meanwhile, looks tremendously amused. With a click of his tongue and a sharp-edged lilt to his voice, "He thinks very highly of himself, doesn't he."
For once, Zerxus barely even hears him. "That doesn't - a distraction is one thing, why would he care if I - and I wouldn't, the only man I've touched in a hundred years is hi - "
"All right, that's quite enough of that." With a snap of his fingers, Asmodeus cuts off Zerxus's speech entirely. It doesn't look painful, at least, more like he's been muted. He actually keeps going, for a second, before his mouth snaps shut and he glares daggers at his god.
"What? You're just rambling now."