[The devil forgemaster does not acknowledge the apology, visibly or verbally. There was nothing of the sort in the castle beyond, "forgive me, my lord", to his master - him to Dracula, and his underlings to him. It is an unpleasant position for one to be in if one finds themselves needing to say that.]

Of course... you too would be burned alive were anyone to suspect you of sorcery. God forbid someone does not like you. [He rolls his eyes, but humourlessly.] All it takes is a whispered word, the expression of some grievance to implicate you.