[For all the effort that Temenos puts into his placid facade, there's no hiding the moment of concern that appears on his face as Beelzebub goes through his internal struggle to speak. Something is bothering him, that much is clear. But Temenos won't force the matter.

He nods and shifts to try to get a handle on his burger.]

There is no need to apologize. Whenever you feel comfortable enough to talk about it, seek me out. The door is always open.

[So long as he is alive, of course.]