Beelzebub, having been Lord of the Flies and Prince of Hell ALMOST since time began, was quite experianced in the nuances of not showing various emotions that would cause anyone who might happen to be watching to think that one is anything less than the suave, on-fire, extremely evil immortal that one was*.

So he let the smile slither over his mouth like a Discworldian dawn, and the ends of his lips to curl inwards ever so slightly. The result would not only have stopped a raging elephant at twenty paces, but also turned it around and run it in the other direction.

"Metatron. Why, yezzz. Me."


*And one ESPECIALLY didn't let anyone find out about the secret love for petting fluffy kittens, either.