The truly ridiculous thing here is that Zerxus didn't even consider what an assault burning blood tends to be on mortal senses.

There are so many things that he's forgotten.

"Shit, hold on - " He waves a hand towards one of those goblets and it immediately fills with clear, cool water. "And no, I'm sure he isn't." Gentle snark right back at you, sir, even if there's still a wry note of apology in there. (That's as explicit as he'll get. Devils don't apologise out loud, not sincerely.)

"You've lasted - how long, exactly, with that attitude?" Durability only counts for so much, especially when you're going around fighting gods.