The tip of Asmodia's tail beats a tense tattoo on the wooden deck as Daniel speaks. The rest of her body is still but tense; she doesn't know of this Lucifer but she does know that she's not keen to introduce herself to any devil, let alone one supposedly at the top of some cosmology's command chain.

Hopefully he's enough like the major devils of home not to take any special interest in a fiend-tainted mortal who doesn't make it her business to be his business, or she'll have yet another reason to regret how badly she stands out in this world. She starts as Biscuit diplomatically puts his front paws on her tail and gently holds it down to stop her thumping. "He's manifested, then?" she asks, all humor gone from her voice. "You're certain his attention is on this region?"