Duma closed his eyes at the sound of wings and smiled to himself. There it was. That was precisely what he was expecting. He turned his head as the angel appeared. It was not one he knew and there was that sensation of not being quite the same still. Either way, he turned to face his brother, arm settling along the back of the bench behind him as the other stared. Duma's expression was kind, almost benevolent.
He nodded at the question though it didn't really have to be asked. Duma tilted his head to one side for a moment then held up his hand, using fingerspelling to spell out his name - D-U-M-A. Would this one know him or would his family have stopped speaking of him ever since he'd taken ownership of Hell? Was his name a dirty word? He gestured at the other angel then, lifting his eyebrows in a questioning expression.