Isaac was finding human business arrangements to be most perplexing things. In one instance, they insisted upon formal surroundings, carefully-worded contracts and countless advisors. In another, some preferred more... Ostentatious affairs.
And while one mask was as good as another, the one he wore of human flesh and bone, was a good deal less conspicuous than the contraption now placed around that same face.
Still, a devil's appearance did, at least, allow for a hint of irony - if not sulphur.
"Of course. I'm sure we can arrange something..."
And with that negotiation done with, Isaac headed towards the nearest table of beverages. One deal might now be on the way to getting secured, but that did not mean there were not others waiting to be made. He could sense the sin in others, most notably the young lady in red, not too far away, but it was felt in more than just her...