"Thank you, and remind me to ask you more about how that works."

For now he crouches down, flips the eye once, and then sticks it on the left ruby. Pure chance and a total lack of symmetry - far more Changebringer than Archtyrant. The fire flares, but both his skin and his sandals were forged in the deepest pits of the Hells.

He does use the knocker properly, after that. Eight times, specifically.

The voice that drifts from beyond the door is still melodic and crooning, but if you know, you can hear the grated edge to it.

"Enter. Both of you."