[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel quirks an eyebrow, finding himself somewhere between amusement and contempt as the (presumably) demonic presence makes itself so shamelessly apparent.

"A fiend with ambitions, hmm?" He chuckles, then steps back from the threshold, gesturing within. "By all means, after you." If nothing else, the Lion will make a good distraction from the no-doubt impressive array of armed adversaries within. Shealtiel checks his Interdiction shield on his chest to make sure is covering many of his vitals as possible.