"Yeah, that's fine. Devil's gotta have a secret lair." He glanced around. ...As far as secret lairs (or bedrooms) went it wasn't really impressive. Not even a torture rack.

"Sure. With a pair of pants, if you've got 'em to spare? First impressions and all." His lips twitched like they wanted to smile, but he couldn't quite bring himself to do it. Maybe once he was sure he hadn't lost the use of his left hand there would be room for proper banter. For now it was little more than a way to cope with something he hadn't quite processed yet. His shoulders shook.