He got very still, for a second. Most people don't just step into his space so comfortably, and the one person who does -

Well, even if Asmodeus is in a gentler sort of mood, he can discard the armour with a snap of his fingers. It's been a very, very long time since anyone has helped him out of it like this.

Strange, how easily his fingers fall to it when he lets them.

"...I'll accept that for some of them. Even most of them. But someone should have realised, and asked - even if there wasn't time then, they could have told you that there would be later." That's what a responsible leader does for their people.