Were there such things as goosebumps? Could a devil feel how they would race up along his back, had those fine hairs rise at his neck, while he could feel the shift within the aether, could feel how the holy being behind the door was suddenly disappearing, then shine its 'pious' light against the devils back? Maybe so, but the response was merely a slight dance of flames which would rise from his spine, curling around those infernal wings of his before they disappeared from sight again, even while his cheek still touched cool surface of door. Clearing his thoughts he'd push himself slowly away from it, drawing deeply breath while setting his shoulders, near nervous, the way fingers played over door knob before he'd let go and turn around, lifting his shoulders and grinning softly at the Angel, hands pushed into pockets. "How would you know? I mean, it's not like I came here only to find you breaking one or two, or four hundred and seventy three rules. Right?"glancing over shoulder back to the door, through it to catch sight of Rusty, then returning those eyes to Azrael.<br/><br/>"If I had known you wanted to join our side, I could have arranged something, you know? Something that did not involve you being flogged and whipped by your superiors before they will make you fall down to us."light little jump forward, balancing upon his right food, head cocking slightly to one side, displaying those slightly catlike stripes dancing around his throat, as if they were a kind of tribal collar. "Nope, he is not on my Lords list, but that doesn't mean it is not a soul of interest."then he'd make a jump capturing the Angel between himself and that wall if he was not vanishing or jumping out of the way, leaning forward, one hand left, the other right of his counterparts form, fingers spreading slowly out upon the cool, white wall, the sounds of sins being made real from behind him, the doctor and nurse in hungry embrace, trying to slip hands under each others clothes while Beliar would whisper softly against Azraels lips "You want to make me leave? Meow... come on, show me how you want to do that... or better yet, do it before someone learns of what devilish things you are up to, depriving this guy in there of your protection... easy... pickings. Wouldn't you say? Surely he will not be able to withstand one such as me for long if not for your gentle..."clearing his throat here, waggling his eyebrows before he'd grin, slightly longer canines of infernal heritage displayed "...embrace." still, there was some concerned fire within his ember eyes, those slitted pupils shifting to the corner of eyes to glance back to the room.<br/><br/>"But then... what is it that makes him so interesting to you, Azrael? What makes you break our rules? Let me see."and with that he would turn and at the same moment his image would blurr, become 5 before each one disappeared in turn, as if being sucked towards that door, allowing the devil to step -through- it a breath later, slowly walking into the room, having his curious gaze focused upon Rustys form, wondering, apparently still thinking the Angel had decided to show himself to the boy "...what is it that has you make him know you're there in the first place, Azzie?"said, he'd cross his arms in front of chest, spread his stance a little, brows twisted towards each other, regarding the human with somewhat annoyed, yet, not so hidden interest.