That gets a snort of laughter even as he fumbles with various clasps; they may be immune to rust and all but impervious to damage but they are NOT immune to blood drying in the crevices. "You would be right."

That revelation actually stills his progress entirely, though, and Zerxus does look up, eyes gleaming with vicious approval. "Well done. Let's hope he's involved - Asmodeus will be more interesting in punishing him than you."

With a wry nod at a desk with stacks of that paperwork, "Trickery is one of his domains, and so is Order."

Different reality or not, this god will stick in his craw.

Presumptuous of you.
Yes, but I'm right.