And Satan had kissed his forehead. Well. Wow. Just wow. Shinkana was going to have interesting dreams that night. Still clutched up to the Master of Evil and with a kiss to his forehead and a token of merit to come. This day was just. . . beyond anything he'd expected. Best of all? He so wasn't dead! Always good times. The youth took a breath, and looked over at his Father, still grinning widely with the excitement and pleasure written across his face. He hoped Caim was proud of him!
He watched the passing between Satan and his Dad with interest, the silence eerie and yet so full, so beautiful that he couldn't help but notice the tear as it was shed as well, even before the face of the beast turned back to him and allowed him to see it fully. Shin's eyes had traveled from Caim to Satan to Caim and back again, his heart finally not feeling like it was going to explode from his chest at any given second. Until that ring showed up, and his mind caught on to the great honor he was indeed being offered.
"Yes. I accept." His eyes were locked on that ring, on what that ring meant, and exactly how that would raise him in the peerage - and him, just a little half breed. Even if it was just 'Boston Intelligence'. Baby steps, Shin, baby steps. Still, if one listened closely enough, they could probably hear his inner-evil rubbing its hands together and cackling madly. On the exterior, he was calm. A very solemn nod was given with his verbal acceptance.