Callisto's hand was moved by his pacing forward as she did not actually apply enough force to hinder any movement from him. Everything she did had been ceremonial to see how long he would stand still. No doubt she could demand that he be quiet outright, but somehow, it just seemed like he'd start asking<em>'why'</em>...<br/><br/><em>And of course... she'd have to answer 'because I said so'</em>... and that just never went well.<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes... huffing at his innocent reception of her sarcasm. At first it seemed too genuine to actually be...<em>true.</em>She literally stood there while he took a good 5-6 paces forward before she went to stepping forward herself in stride towards the Throne Room straight ahead.<br/><br/>Was he joking?<br/><br/>Was he playing a role?<br/><br/>Was he overcompensating for the unfamiliarity of this place by simply not taking anything seriously?<br/><br/><em>No... she didn't think so. From what she could tell... he simply <span class="bbc_u">refused to acknowledge</span> any overly inevitable danger. His nature seemed to be purely one of genuine contentment and a positive in essence.</em><br/><br/>For Callisto, he represented something interesting. She was also a bit of a joker herself. She was not the most intimidating of demons when in Hell because she appreciated her position as a roaming Goddess on earth. It was something she could do because of her loyalty to her human form. Other demons gained more strength in Hell by evolving to a physical trait of impressive power, but they couldn't travel to earth because of how<em>out of place</em>they were.<br/><br/>Callisto's strength was in her telepathic manipulation as well as her fire manipulation/creation. She would never excel at going to battle toe-to-toe with a physically stronger demon, but through snake-like tactics and manipulation, she had never failed in eventually overpowering an adversary. It was often done by laughing at them... toying with their emotions, enraging them and eventually using their superior strength against them.<br/><br/>"What's your name...?" she asked finally, her stride not bringing her any closer to him, but also not letting him distance himself from her anymore as the throne room came into view.<br/><br/>It was a vast hall, a large red carpet actually passed down the center of it leading to 3 stairs which rose to an elevated flooring segment on which the throne itself was placed. The carpet was originally a majestic red but was now torn and burned, it hadn't been replaced very often, things in Hell very rarely were and given that demons constantly walked along this thing, the scorch marks and tears in the carpet could be expected. In fact... something entirely beautiful would almost seem cheerfully out of place.<br/><br/>There were 2 large tables, food still placed upon them... meat... vegetables... fruit. It really was a great feed and things didn't exactly rot in heaven or Hell despite the degrading atmosphere itself.