The long-winded nature of the meeting left Eros feeling stiff by the end from trying to maintain his posture in the presence of his superiors. As soon as everything was settled, it felt like the angels were itching to say their farewells as quickly as possible and disappear back to the cushy comforts of heaven. Aison, one blond-haired angel who stood a head taller than Eros, leaned close as they prepared to depart. "Good luck. Do well."<br/><br/>"Luck has no bearing here," Eros responded seriously, only to get a soft chuckle in response. He looked at Aison like he was crazy, but quickly righted his face. "You'll hear from me if their plan is too farfetched."<br/><br/>"Just don't get eaten up, alright?" With a pat on his shoulder, that was the last of their exchange and Aison went to join the others in their departure.<br/><br/>Eros sighed softly to himself and ran a hand through his hair like earlier before, a stress tick he had. His eyes flickered up to the face of a demon who approached him. Not just a demon, but his new partner in his project by whatever means. He took a half second to read his intentions, as though testing to see if malice lingered in his eyes. But he sensed nothing and thus offered his hand in acceptance. With a firm shake, he kept a serious face with no smile. He wanted to see how Zazel worked before he let him see any of his other faces. "To a fruitful partnership," he agreed.<br/><br/>He realized suddenly he was alone in a room full of demons. At that point a lot of people might have been uncomfortable, but as soon as he wasn't under the scrutiny of his superiors, Eros's shoulders loosened, and he took a slightly more casual stance. "I do hope your hospitality isn't lacking. I want to treat this project with the upmost importance; which means the two of us need to get along well. Nothing makes a job more difficult quite so much as excess stress, no?" Of course, some people thrived under stress. He was mainly asking Zazel to behave himself and promising he'd do the same.