The touch of his Father's hand in his own, guiding him onward to a place he wasn't sure he really wanted to go, was welcomed to him beyond any measure of words. There was nothing that he could say or think that matched the comfort the feel of his Dad's hand gave him then. When his hand was squeezed, the smile was given, and words of assurance were spoken - Shinkana nodded thoughtful and let himself look around with a tad less apprehension in his eyes. He knew though, that when he got to where they were destined to be, he needed to be on his A game. After all, he couldn't really use his inhaler in front of Satan, could he? That probably wouldn't make him look useful at all.
"Thanks for the guidance, Daddy-o." He stated, his voice low as they pressed onward. While one hand was linked with Caim's, the other still brushed over the i-pod in his pocket. Shin was probably as calm as he could get right then, all things considered. He was trying to think over the different things he'd done over the short space he'd been more than a ghost off the grid of their world. Would Satan want to see him over any of that? He didn't think he'd distinguished himself at all, really - he'd just been doing small favors for the higher ups because it seemed fitting of a President's son to do so. He really hoped this wasn't going to cause him pain, really. . or kill him, for real. He didn't want to end up like one of the fucked sods in the ice walls they were walking through. That would just suck.