Oh, brilliant. Another egotistic immortal type that thought they were better than everyone. John had met plenty of them over the years. it's funny how quickly their ego shrunk when John knew how to handle them. Nero however? John didn't know how to handle him. He tried to rack his brain. See if he could remember reading anything about him. Maybe Bryn mentioned something to him in the past? He had to think. Not only that, he had to try and shield his thoughts. Good thing that being around Kytana these past months had helped prepare him. She had taught him a great deal about protecting his mind. And he was going to do his best to put that into practice.
"What for?" John asked. He was tempted. Bryn wouldn't be too pleased about it but he figured she had more to be annoyed about than the potential smell of brimstone in her office.
He took one last drag from the cigarette and walked over to the desk, picking up a glass and dropping the cigarette end into it. "So what, are you a Demon then? Demon Prince?" John asked, placing the glass back down.