[center][h3][color=00a651][u]Mitra[/u][/color][/h3][/center]

Mitra watched exhaustedly as the musicians manifested and lined up and then dropped into a kneel as Paimon's symbol manifested, followed by Paimon himself. He would admit, Paimon did know how to make an entrance. And the demon king was owed some measure of respect. He stood as Paimon came to a stop and kept himself from groaning as Paimon lapsed into his native tongue. On most visits, it was fascinating - Mitra would try to commit the words to memory, and he and Ravi had worked to try to understand the words in English or Hindi, whichever would get them closer to understanding the language. Success was minimal, but it was fun to try. Right now, though, Mitra just could not make himself care.

He cleared his throat as Paimon stopped speaking and responded in the sternest voice he could muster. "[color=00a651]King Paimon, speak in my tongue.[/color]" He had to resist the urge to tack on a 'please' - he'd already learned the hard way that a command and a request were two different things. Though once the command took effect - "[color=00a651]Could you please repeat what you said in my tongue?[/color]" His smile was tired. "[color=00a651]I know I heard my name at the end there, but I didn't fully catch the rest.[/color]" Was there something about Lucifer? Of course, there was no guarantee Paimon would listen.