Berith twitched slightly when his name was spoken. Of course, it wasn't as though he hadn't know that the Antichrist would know who he was, but knowing it in theory and then seeing it in practice were two very different things. Still, his veneer had not failed him just yet, and his auto-responses did not seem affected: "The pleasure's mine."

Oh, that smile. Equally unnerving as his father's, though in an entirely different way. He wondered if there was some sort of protocol he should follow at this point? But Adam did not seem to be expecting something from him. "I apologize; living in Hell makes one disinclined to let others know when one is out of sorts, I suppose."