Mephisto watched intently when Ariel started his work, the bird's head tipped in just a way that was similar to the demon's when he thought deep about things. He also watched as Ariel was brought deep into the memories of long ago, and he could only imagine what the man had seen in his mind. When Ariel came out of it, he gave the faintest of assuring smiles, the process seemed to be working.
He didn't speak a word, though he wanted to ask about every detail. He had never been in the presence of a man who knew the Eastern secrets. This was entirely new to him.