Belial blinked, running a finger along his lower lip contemplatively. Adam really was lovely--it was a bit distracting.

"Perhaps it's not important to me, but it's obviously important to you," he said, relaxing against into a chair. The young man wasn't so bad, he supposed, for being the Antichrist. It was a rather heavy burden for any single person to bear at his age.

He knew that he damn sure wouldn't want to be elected for the job.