He sat when he was told to; though the action seemed more the flop of a teenager that was about to get scolded by an overwhelmed parent. He slouched in the chair, glowering at Belial with a more than just a smidgeon of annoyance on his face. This was not going like he wanted it to, but then again - nothing with Asmodeus typically did go how he'd been hoping it would. Sometimes, he came out okay; other times? Well. This was obviously one of those 'other times'. After all, the skin of his teeth were screaming at him for the bastard he was.
When the glass was handed to him, he took it and drank it down in one fast gulp - silently appreciative of the drink, though not too keen on how delicate it seemed to his tastes. He was more of a whiskey man himself. Maybe vodka or sake, too. Mixed together. Fuck, yeah. That was what the night called for. Especially after what Belial said about Amon. That just. Amon. . . abandoned him. Abandoned him. It just. . hurt. Too deeply. So, he had to turn his mind's eye away from it right then, or else Belial would see that there was more to him than he ever wanted to show anyone. He continued to glower, hiding away the emotions as he always did.
"Oh, so you think you won't 'piss away my power'? What power is that, Belial, tell me. I'd really like to know what my power is. . ." He spat the word out each time he said it, making it seem like a curse on his tongue. Then, the glass was placed on the table, and Asmodeus slouched further down in the chair, his expression still brazenly annoyed.
"But that makes it all the more fun, really." He finally stated, before he tilted his head and smirked. The quirk of the lips was quick and humorless. "Used up? No. Never that. The energy that I am will never quite be at a standstill nor will it evaporate." Those words were quiet, the smirk turning in to a dark, slow smile. "And so when I get bored, shit gets worse than it was before. Amon hated it. You'll hate it too."