Antonin was truly proving to be an annoyance when it came to certain things. He liked asking questions that Zaviar did not have the answer to and he really disliked when people did that. They were not even questions about something that he could just go and find the answer out for either, as he was sure that the other man knew. In fact he would not have been surprised to learn that Antonin was deliberately being as annoying as he knew how to be just to bother him. What exactly he had done to deserve that he did not know, but if he had to suffer through one more day with the necromancer poking at him then he was going to just stay in his cobra form until he went away. Telepath or not hardly mattered to him; Antonin stayed out of his mind like there was a barrier built around it. 'I think it's funny,' Knight admitted from his position near the door, gnawing on a bone that Zaviar did not recall giving him. 'Antonin did.' That explained it. 'Someone's at the door.'
Zaviar had not needed that statement. Not only was there a knock on the door but he could feel the vibrations as someone approached. Rising to go and see who it was he let his tongue dart out to test the air near the door. And his eyes actually widened a little as his hand came to rest on the handle. That was not a scent that he knew, no, but he could taste the demon in the air. A demon who knocked. Really. 'You said yourself you wanted to meet one.' Demon or not Zaviar was not bothered and after another moment he opened the door to regard - that did not look like a demon. All the images that Zaviar had seen on the television had depicted half-fantastical creatures with horns or wings, scales and tails and here he was looking at a man. A man who reeked of demon where others only tasted lightly of it. Hand still on the handle, Zaviar simply regarded the man - or demon - on the other side for a moment longer. "Yes?"