Inarius is sat, in some secluded little part of the cathedral. He doesn't need to show himself physically, he could just keep to his own devices within the painting in the main hall, unless urgently summoned - but then you wouldn't be able to follow.

You're sat as well, resting against the side of his leg and your head on his knee. A reminder that you are not equal to him; demons aren't equal. He struggles to be gentle. Feeling over the ridges of your horns, there's the lingering need to break them off your skull. Whether it is from some angelic impulse from having fought hundreds of demon eons ago, or some unnoticed resentment towards Lilith, is unclear.

He is not weak to demons, he's better than this. The Heavens need to know demons still bow to him, he's still leagues above such beasts; Lilith was a mistake. You're here just to prove a point. Inarius reminds you of this when you shift, sitting up to stretch after having been in a motionless position for so long.

The gentle touch on your horn turned to a clutch, being tugged foward back onto Inarius' knee.

"Stay. It's not a difficult command to understand."