[It was interesting to almost be able to see the way the boy's mind worked as he tried to figure out how to react. Still polite, still smiling, still trying not to be offensive. It might be a culture thing, as he knew most Japanese folk he'd met prided manners above most other things. His hand was taken and he smiled again, watching as Eichi tried to rationalize it into something he could understand.]

All I can do is judge by what I see. I'm not omnipotent. Lucifer will do well. Morningstar is more a play on the whole 'Angel of the Morning Star' bit. My own way of giving Dad the finger.

[Along with a few other things.]

And what about you, mm? I didn't catch a name when I went by.