Several demonic, vibrant magenta hued eyes watched in returned curiosity as the angelic celestial being in his midst maneuvered and spoke freely with a slight exuberance that caught Stolas a bit off-guard.
Naturally, the appearance of an angel wasn't too startling for such a high-ranking demonic figure of the royal Goetia, he wanted to explain this at first but withdrew when the trial crept back into the forefront of his thoughts.
"Hmm, yes, why, thank you, it wasn't all too difficult to discern by any means, as your appearance does do a great deal to give it away, really... oh, am I alright? Well... I suppose I am and.... I am not but don't worry, it has very little to do with your sudden arrival, as unexpected and unconventional as it has been...." his voice trailed off, eye shutting a moment. Scenes of more recent events played over in his mind's eye, proving to have inevitably been much more trauma inducing than the prince had previously gauged them to have been. An anguished sigh followed, pressurized pain lingering against the inner walls of his skull serving as a reminder. It left hm praying to Lucifer that the medication would kick in quicker.
It wasn't until he'd opened his eyes again that he realized he'd drifted off and lost track of the current conversation along with anything else of note aside from his own worries. Oh, he was so unfit to be here now, left in charge of watching the office and he also felt so confined all at once, how selfish of him, he chided himself in this small passing inward reflection.
"I do hope you'll forgive me for being so uncouth, I fear I really am not myself. Although I would love to say that I am doing just fine, I am dealing with pain beyond the norm one would expect from a typical migraine... I didn't mean to-t-to ignore you, I hope it hasn't been taken that way." he explained in a tone of remorse.
"So, it would seem you truly are an Angel, it's quite a pleasure to meet you Mister Eveningstar, it truly is not often that we are met with such a presence down here, not in a delightfully friendly manner, anyhow, and I do not sense an ounce of malice emitting from you, also an uncommon occurrence but not an unwelcomed one... You may call me..." he paused... oh dear, what should he call him, how should he introduce himself, this filled him with sudden wrought anxiety and uncertainty that he hadn't been prepared for. He was a Prince stripped of a title and he hadn't been allowed to ask questions before being so unceremoniously turned away from his former position.
Surely, he still had his name but what standing did that hold.... it was all so much to have swirling around in his thoughts right now, he was overwhelmed and teetering on feeling the complete upheaval all over again.
"Stolas...oh, um, yes, I am a bird-like of the Hellborne persuasion, actually, and an owl, to be precise, yes. I was bestowed my features on behalf of my father, at least, I was always told and often reminded of how much I resembled him." he added, almost absentmindedly, had this been under better circumstance he might have said it with a prideful and charmed chuckle. Not so today.
Blinking a few times, he was left to wonder what the angel meant by asking which form he would prefer... "I-I'm sorry, you wish for me to select a form for you?"
