[Zyrian watches his approach, a gently amused smile on his lips. Still, even here in his own domain, in a world where (whether John realizes it or not) he can't truly be killed, Steel shifts just a little nervously as the obvious predator approaches. Up close Zyrian himself isn't much to look at, shorter than he might have seemed on television.]

Same as Nia's got on me: the truth of what I've been using you for. [He shrugs.] All of you now, unfortunately; that wasn't part of the plan. But it's been awfully convenient having a pack of dogs--sorry, dogs and cats--running interference. Wouldn't want someone else growing to power and pulling off a ritual while I was working on pulling this all together.