There's a faint nod to the angel who took the shackle bits off, but otherwise he just listens to Dove and glances at the seat.

Ahh, he sees what she did there.

He turns and goes to it, but his lazy almost wobble brings him to the remaining advisor from his snatching, and his arm goes over their shoulders and he may have said something, because the demon deflates a little but nods.

Zaveid drops himself into the chair and once again lounges in a very lazy cat way, while the demon he talked to excuses himself, looking a little scolded, and heads out.

... He's content to study the room from here for now.