"My lord." The bull bows, their scorched horns pointing towards the ground in place of muscle that seems much too solid to move. Technically, they were performing but a simple errand - though Yugon would not allow the lowly nature of the task to shake his calm demeanour. Diplomacy was a mask not to be adorned lightly. "Forgive the intrusion, but my king demands your presence in his court room instantly. I am to escort you myself." (for Tal)
"Of course." Dantalion's eyebrows rose. This was unexpected, to say the least. When had Asmodeus ever felt the need to send for him properly, as if he were a great duke or something? The thought made his lips quirk up at one corner.
Well, it wouldn't do to keep the fellow waiting, at any rate. It must be something important. Or it could be something utterly facile. It could be an invitation to a balloon animal exhibition, however, and Dantalion would have no right (or, indeed, desire) to refuse. Everything he could spare and a bit more was owed to Asmodeus, in the end. It was more than oath; it was simple reality.
"Lead the way, please."