Right at the moment of Erlind's appearance, Kai's eyes narrowed, and the soft smile underwent an ever so slight change, shifting it into a malevolent smirk. Things were going as he wished now - this officer piqued his interest, and his old friend returned... To answer the questions he himself had, maybe?<br/>"I have to agree." he gave a small shrug, nodding to the other demon's remark. "Another gift rarely seen unveiling like a rose. I have high hopes in him that he will lead us to a... Fruitful future." He barred his teeth in a smile that lifted his cheeks, narrowing his eyes to little more than thin slits. Every word in that sentence was chosen specifically for a certain purpose - mastering the art of speech took him a long time, but as most demons which were blessed by a more active mind, he also had the gift of a serpent's forked tongue that poisons the air around with each word and lures the snake's prey to its end.<br/><br/>He was reveling in the aura of twisted darkness that was so strong when all three of them stood there. As if a cloud of darkness has descended upon the corridor, he aimed his senses on this presence, to read as much out of it and decide where he will move the next figure on the chessboard. Existence was one big, big game.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">This man, Asmodeus. He feels like someone who'd enjoy the sick stuff with us, am I not right?</span>- that was what Asmodeus would hear, but no one else, as he softly turned his head to face his companion, his thumb sliding behind the edge of his jacket's pocket. If he wasn't mistaken - and he truly doubted that he could be so wrong about a person - he would have a nigh-bottomless well of entertainment to watch.<span style="font-style: italic">Can I play a game with him? Can I make him my toy?</span>His tone was almost mockingly pleasing; to think that someone like him would will to beg an old companion in such a childish manner was comical at the very least.<br/><br/>His smile grew darker as Udo spoke to him. "Ahh, where'd I put my manners, dear? Forgive me the momentary slip-up. My name is Kristof Axel Jaeger. You may have heard of me if you tend to linger around the court - I'm an advocate." he responded, bowing ever so slightly as he introduced himself. For a moment, he put the hat that he held in his hand aside, and took off the black glove off his right hand, revealing paper-pale, but perfectly kept fingers. He offered it to Udo to shake.<br/><br/>It would be better for the officer not to take it. It was venom to a man's mind.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hello." a figure in a perfectly clean white suit spoke to the young man. "It's nice to see you again." The voice was kind, but his eyes were cold. A friend. Yes, he was a friend. He's known this boy for ages, since he was a child, and he's known his parents, too, often coming to visit with fascinating, often also quite expensive, gifts. Who knows how old the man was? He always looked the same, as if he didn't even age. <br/><br/>"I hope you've had a good time since joining. Personally, as a supporter... I think it was an excellent choice, though maybe not yours in all entirety. Maybe other young people will also be able to make this excellent choice despite their... Misinformation and distrust streaming from it that they held at the start." What he spoke off was, off course, joining the Hitler Youth. <br/><br/>His hand sled under the white jacket he wore, and retrieved a pocket watch. It was somewhat small, but its perfectly white inside invoked an idea of purity and beauty, carved in the silver case that held it together. "Here you go. I had to go to Berlin for a court case, and I thought of you."</span><br/><br/>That would be what would be carved into Udo's memory the moment the officer would accept Kai's hand. Not yet, not yet, but soon. Just a moment. The black within Kai's eyes deepened, embers lighting in them, a stance almost inviting to take his hand and shake it. There would be no doubt in the man's mind that he's known Kai - or, rather, Kristof - since his teenage years. No doubt at all.