Hellmaster sweatdropped and put a palm to his face. No plan?! The Mazoku pragmatist couldn't stop himself. It wasn't as if plans were THAT hard to come up with. "Miss Excel, may I make a suggestion, then?"

Ok, he'd only try and dictate this ONE tiny part of the situation. After that, he was doing exactly as she said and playing the part of the innocent and unknowing child. Really, he was. He would NOT let his desire to control overpower his plans for outwardly relying on Excel.