[Two years? He rested his chin on his raised intertwined hands, taking his time to consider that information. It was difficult to fathom how time passes in Hell; it's suppose to be a place of eternal damnation, so time likely was supposed to feel like it was passing extremely slowly. And for him, he had no vested interest in leaving Hell, yet here he was.]

And what have you been doing in the two years since you've last seen me? [Since you came with your little useless friends to kill me, was the flat undertone. He wasn't angry about it; oddly, there was clarity in Hell that he hadn't been granted after Lisa had been murdered.]

By all means, take your time. Eternal creatures have plenty to spare.