Solomon paused for a moment, taking in the voice of the flaming equine. It was familiar, and apparently he knew him by name. That was enough to convince Solomon to step down, letting his stone skin return to its normal state. The sword in Salem's hand went him and slipped out of his grip as Solomon returned to his normal, bony gargoyle shape. He rolled his neck as the bones that made up the sword's handle retracted, a few unpleasant cracking noises escaping him.<br/><br/>He took a few quadropedal steps forward, then raised himself to his full, imposing height of three feet to get a better look at Azoth. When not being waved around by a screaming manchild, he could see quite a bit more clearly, and he recognized him. "Christ, mate, nobody ever teach you how to knock?" He asked sarcastically, his eyes moving toward Eve afterward. He waved to her, lowered his hand, and then answered Azoth's second question. "The same thing you're doing with her. The humans were so kind as to agree to help us out. They've got a<span style="font-style: italic">lot</span>ahead of them," He admitted under his breath. "Come in, close the door. Don't want any of those hollows following you in."<br/><br/>Turning away, he got a running start and jumped upward, using a flap of his wings to let him land on the desk behind Salem. He turned and perched on the edge, while Salem just sort of slinked off to the side and moved the bag to give him some space. "Never took you as the type to work with someone. What'd it take to convince her, eh?" He'd not seen Azoth in an extraordinarily long time, so naturally, Eve's presence was something entirely new to him.