He was noticed. The crimson in Kai's eyes faded a little as he returned the hat to his head, but his smile, a dark smirk, set on his lips, remained. So he was recognized, huh? That was more than good. After a few millenia, people had a tendency to forget names and faces, but he did Asmodeus a quite large favor before disappearing. It was quite pleasing to see his old friend was back in shape, and with such a remarkable companion... The lady next to him was quite the jewel in this pit of bureaucratic dirt that formed this company.<br/><br/>"Ah, there sure is a lot for us to talk about." he nodded to Erlind, "It's been almost an eternity." He followed him to the seat, where he gracefully set himself down, sliding the long coat off his shoulders to reveal the professionally tailored black suit underneath. His black-gloved hands gently hung it over the back of the chair, and he allowed himself to get somewhat comfortable, the smile still not disappearing as his eyes targeted once Isolde, once Asmodeus.<br/><br/>"Good evening," he greeted<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>, placing his hat on his lap, and giving her his most charming smile. Her presence was unusual at least - he could feel more than a human from her if he concentrated - but she was neither a spawn of hell, nor sent from the heavens. Was it that he was so enamored by her silken gown to think clearly, or was this hall way too full of other strong auras that flooded his senses? Either way, he'd better be careful around her. What if she showed up to be a witch?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Darling... You must be becoming senile if you can't recognize a witch.</span>the silky voice in his head cackled.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">You shut up, wretch.</span>he growled back to her. He'd have crushed her skull to pieces if her presence wasn't imaginary.<br/><br/>"How did this cold winter's evening grace us with a presence as magnificent as yours, milady, I wonder?" he spoke up to the woman once more, slowly crossing his arms on his chest.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Did she contract you?</span>a far sharper voice requested to Asmodeus.<span style="font-style: italic">I'd better be careful. There's one of the holy ones around, too, did you notice? It's making me feel sick, that stench.</span>That was, off course, referring to the angel which still seemed to linger around. It was like a diluted poison in the very air around - not strong enough to kill, but for sure strong enough to disturb. It was unnerving. That girl, too, seemed wary of him. Did they know what them two were, that they weren't human? The look she gave him when he greeted Asmodeus was more than suspicious.<br/><br/>He turned his head back forth, the smooth black hair, bound at the back of his head, sliding along his jacket, and his attention once more targeted the front of the hall.<br/>"It appears the speech is to start soon." he uttered silently.