[ His surprise and interest is just as clear in Communion in return, even muted as his emotions tend to run in such a direct connection. As with many things, hearing about the feats that were possible in some worlds is impressive to him, and even if what she’d done is absolutely not something that would be possible in his world, he’s still fascinated by it. It’s nothing short of a marvel.

However, what she feels in relaying the story is far more interesting to him. The pride is expected. The guilt is not. He’d often wondered how someone that had delighted in wickedness and dark dealings had ended up in Meridian rather than Zenith, and he feels that this is part of that question answered. It’s also the sort of thing that makes him hunger. He wants to dig his claws in, pry out that guilt and force it to overtake her. Do more, do worse until she could scarcely exist without it in the back of her mind. It would be delicious.

…But he’s well-practiced enough at this point that this doesn’t actually slip through Communion. He doesn’t want prey to know it’s prey until it’s far too late. ]

My, my. I did not realize you were such a friend to my kind. Allowing us free passage is quite the kindness.

[ He laughs, since they’ve also talked about this enough to know that it’s a bit different. Her devils weren’t quite the same as him, but it would still be no less fearsome, he imagines. Also foolish, really. He wants to ask why she’d even want that, but that’s a curiosity. His actual question is more pointed. ]

Do you miss such power now?