Black Adam rises from his throne, eyes smoldering at the unexpected intrusion. He's executed grown men for lesser offences.

"Shade." From his lips, the name sounds like an accusation.

The immortal doesn't flinch at Black Adam's stony gaze. He wins a point or two for that, at least.

"Know the penalty for wasting my time, and choose your next words very carefully."

He's interested, but he won't hesitate to kill either of them should this be some perfidious scheme.