"So ask something more subtle, and call me by my name," Mephisto shook his head. It had finally gotten to the point where nicknames were seriously grating to him, especially coming from Ariel, who had no reason not to use his name. It was novel at first, but after he realized that Ariel had been intentionally doing it every single time? Yes, that was aching.
He summoned up his sewing, to busy his hands. He had the strangest inclination to touch the man's face, to finally see the man after all these years. It was an odd feeling, and one he definitely wished to squash.