His stutters of forgiveness became more annoying than the fact the fabric on Julius' shoulder now had Razulkara's footprints. Tiny ones, but still visible whenever he turned his to look at them. Hearing the gnome start speaking German, it brought a sense of relief that the gnome was qualified for something more than the circus. The Devil's hands escastically patted down the walls before his palm was pushed inwards on a block. Julius started to scratch at it, hoping to get the edge out and have it fall out. He was curious to see what was behind it, all while Umbril and Razulkara had their little make-up meeting.