He didn't exactly — it would be amusing if some altercation did break out, given all the heroes in the room — but he deigned to take them and look the list over, smile still in place.

"It doesn't mean anything," Balthazar advised almost absently as he read, "he is not kind. He's not like anything or anyone. He's the Fallen." Well, that was helpful, way to go. "Very well organized, thank you. May I?"

The fact he began folding the paper up to stick in his jacket pocket may be a tad infuriating. Why he bothered to ask could only be so he could do exactly as he did, which was an extraordinarily petty thing.