[ He listens, because it is only fair that Sebastian — who was the one to come calling — gives him something he wants first. It may be information carefully cultivated, but it is information Set appreciates nonetheless. A sense of the demon's priorities, or at least his tastes, what draws him to a certain type of person — the shape of their soul, the scent they leave behind. He likes maturity, it seems. Not purity, but someone who has already been bruised and battered; that makes sense, rather than having to work up to the culmination of his preparations from a perfectly blank slate.

Set gives him the full of his attention. To most, it might be oppressive. The way that the war god leans into Sebastian's words, sifting through them with his fingers and eyes and ears and mind, stowing them into parts of his memories and broad, expansive intellect like the eternal night sky, speckled with stars that wax and wane. It's a good start, and he happily grants Sebastian the information he desires, as well. Why not? He's excited to see what will come of it. A hit squad, maybe? ]

Amos Burton holds a unique place, but if you want to know who else I could hold up alongside him — the Archangel and Vander are two individuals I find deeply disagreeable.