[ an eyebrow goes up at that and Rook almost laughs. instead he just looks down at his topless self draped in gold chains and sparkling gems before giving the other a pointed look.]

One guess at that there, beautiful.

[ why yes yes that is the name he is going to call you by, why do you ask?

however that explanation fills in the blanks for Rook. he doesn't spend a lot of time in Hell, or even around those that gossip a lot, but he knows that Xylnan was the kind to try and reach too far and too hard and was particularly fond of torture. he would have been better in the lowest circle of hell, not doing what he did.

but there was no power in staying in hell was there?

Rook also knows he met his ends with one of those he tried to turn. one that Rook is fairly sure he is standing in front of.

there is a beat where Rook just looks before he nods.]

Fair. I'll go, if that fuckface was all you knew don't blame you. Thanks though, for getting rid of him. He was gunning for too much trouble. And he made Beelzebub look nice.

[ Rook stands up then, unfolds to show off more tanned skin and breezy black pants that leave very little to the imagination (the fact that they are mostly see-through probably helps but hey, at least he is wearing something). ]