Draiss stepped aside and let the two angels preform their traditional greetings, though that kiss got the deviant side of his mind going, and he laughed at himself before sitting down and grabbing a pomegranate. "Me? I am a mortal that became a god through a fluke of a freak accident. Just the right amounts of luck, and the various kinds of magic, and well..."<br/><br/>He shrugged, and finished dumping the seeds out, before popping one into his mouth a sigh of pleasure. "So, first, let me remove that binding, and then you can ask questions and let me know why you are after the sultan's head, though I suspect it has something to do with the scroll most Deva's carry, but you do not."<br/><br/>The binding was easily removed, and he leaned back, letting her organize her thoughts, patient in a way only those outside of time's direct influence could be.