It is not everyday that one can honestly say they are graced with a personal visit to their den by the ruling body of their home. But, today that is exactly what Haedes has found at his threshold, and he cannot say he is displeased with the visit. Indeed, he and Ishtar have quite an extensive history, and Haedes finds the black and red bodice of his leader once again gracing him with its presence. In truth he had missed the company she brought with her, and old habits die hard. He spent his early days in Baphomet's army wishing he had been bigger, stronger, taller, and darker than his commander. If he had been, he would have won her affections, else he would have fought tooth and claw against Baphomet for them. As it was, he couldn't bring himself to destroy the delicate happiness she had found with the larger male, and indeed, Baphomet had fathered strong children with her, something he mostly credited to Ishtar. Fighting beside her, he found himself only wishing she was his more and more, watching the blood roll off her tongue and down the red of her throat, he found himself often enthralled.

She speaks and he finds himself smiling at her wit, as if the two had never been separated. In truth he held a soft spot for the strong female before him, and as his silver and orange gaze sought the yellow of hers, memories flooding his mind from a time long since passed. "Indeed, Ishtar, it is always a pleasure when such a beautiful queen decides to grace one with her presence." The smile that overtakes her face brings warmth once more to his heart, and he finds the sensation washing through his bloodstream. He diverts his eyes as she feasts on the prize he has given her, trying to maintain some semblance of decorum as the squelching of meat and the clicking of teeth signal her happiness with the meal he brought. Movement catches his eye as she reclines once more and licks her lips, that pink tongue standing out so starkly against the dark of her mouth. Thoughts come unbidden to his mind, thoughts that should have been buried the moment he noticed the distance she placed between them.

Her words ring in his ear, and while her tone was soft, he could not tell exactly what had prompted her to ask it. In truth, he had been commanded to come here. After the Elders heard of the demise of their king, they sent him to check on the state of affairs within the outpost. They had known Ishtar was a strong female, and indeed one of the most dominant within Hell, the Bloodmouth as Baphomet had called her, and for good reason. Though, truly part of the reason he stayed was a bit more...obscure and he was reluctant to tell her the entire truth. "I assume you wish to hear the truth?" He lets a teasing smirk tug at the corner of his mouth before continuing. "I was sent to see how the Demons posted here were faring after the Elders heard of Baphomet's demise. They send their regards to his children, and they understand that while not the custom primary, you were...close to the king." He pauses for a breath before continuing. "They extend their regrets to you as well."

He clears his throat, his voice having thickened as he spoke of Baphomet. The general having realized that life just wasn't quite the same without the giant male. "I stayed because, well...Honestly, you shouldn't have to wonder about my staying." He winks this time, giving her another wink as he moves down from his hill. Coming to a stop beside her, he smiles and nudges her gently, hoping to breach the walls of propriety. His demeanor has changed, and he is more playful now, wishing to take whatever playful aggressions he has out in a sparring match with the only female who could ever hope to keep up with him in "battle" and one who could take what he handed out and give the same in return.