[Mephisto waits for Stephen to cross the threshold, then closes the door behind them. He pauses, thoughtful, then locks it as well. He doesn't bother offering a chair or anything like that, simply makes his way to his bed and pushes himself into a far corner. There's plenty of room for Stephen to join him.
... As long as he doesn't mind the lion skins and other fabrics that are pulled over his bed. He's been rotating between hot and cold lately, so he's grabbed at anything he can.]
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[Mephisto waits for Stephen to cross the threshold, then closes the door behind them. He pauses, thoughtful, then locks it as well. He doesn't bother offering a chair or anything like that, simply makes his way to his bed and pushes himself into a far corner. There's plenty of room for Stephen to join him.
... As long as he doesn't mind the lion skins and other fabrics that are pulled over his bed. He's been rotating between hot and cold lately, so he's grabbed at anything he can.]