Odin looked into the mirror and adjusted the knot of his tie. Everything was right as right could be, clothing-wise at least. Or wait - no. He made one minute adjustment to his pin then smiled at his reflection.

He left his suite and headed towards the lobby, whistling. The closer he drew to the lobby, the more he felt his otherworldly senses. Unless he missed his guess, the young Antichrist was in his /his/ lobby along with someone with power of his or her own. Interesting.

He entered the lobby and bowed with a flourish. "Hello, gentlemen."