The youth's mind was completely blown, in all honesty. There was no other way to put it. There he was, in Satan's place being held by Satan himself. Did that even . . .? Was it real? It didn't feel like a dream, really. Nope. Wasn't a dream. Dreams didn't ever feel that cold to the skin when their hand moved over a person's cheek. Shinkana shivered, but the delight upon his face was plain and easy to read. He stared up at the much, much older being's visage, and was completely dazzled in to a point of pure speechlessness. He didn't even try to get his tongue around the 'SWEET' that flew through his brain. Compliments followed the revelation of Satan's face, and though Shin tried to reply, he really still couldn't get his tongue around what he wanted to say. He could feel himself getting bashful though, because he wasn't sure exactly how he'd pleased anyone that much. Regardless, the selfish nature which was demonborn in him wasn't exactly ready to look a gift horse in the mouth. That would be beyond stupid.
"Wow." Was all the youth finally managed, the smile on his face wide and just so shocked by everything which was taking place. Shinkana really thought he'd probably come to die, and there they were, with Satan talking about commending a merit? He was so going to have to change his pants when he got home.