The emergence from the town car caught his attention to the point that he stopped where he was at the mouth of the alleyway to watch. The small man leaned against the bricks yet again, crossing his arms while he watched the drama of one of his fellow Kings. Really, such a showman, and just getting out of a damned car? The mask Asmodeus wore smirked softly, and he pulled the cigarette away from his lips so that he could lower his hand and flick the ashes off the end. He wondered how dear that pretty collection of intelligent pets gathered around him and at his back were to him.
Suddenly, the thought of the two people in the alleyway wasn't so high on his priorities. At least for the moment. He'd probably remember the plot about the policeman in the next couple of seconds, but for the time being - he was distracted by the visitor rushing up to the doors as if he were going to miss something important. Well, if Asmodeus decided to walk away right then, it would probably thwart whatever grand mission Belial had in mind at the moment. Wouldn't that be fun? But, then again - the other King typically had some good ideas nestled in that pretty head of his, and it would be so sad to miss out on them if he were in the mood to share them. So, out of the shadows stepped Rhys Ichisada.
The cigarette was to his lips again, and he drew in a deep drag while he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of the toxic addiction so many humans got themselves hung on and killed by. The dark eyes opened slowly, and he cast them towards the one on the mission. There was no shifting in to his true form in front of the likes of those mortals not associated with him, granted, but he did give a small 'tug' of sorts at his guise to clue Belial in to where he was.
"Hey, sexy. I hope that little flock of geeks are all over eighteen." As if it really fucking mattered to him, in the core of his being. The only thing he'd ever be concerned with was the image of his establishment. For the moment.