Delirious liked watching the world burn.

Sitting back, popcorn in hand, maniacally giggling to himself.  Letting go of the wheel after starting some conflict.  He was a pot stirrer.  He gladly began something, joyously watching any situation fly off the rails, only for shit to hit the fan seconds later.

Chaos.  He was a sucker for it.

Then someone walks into the scene.  Everything had to pause and slow down.  Order had to be established, peace and organization were a given.  There was no argument, no protest, this man was to be given whatever he wanted by Delirious.  No one was as fit as he was to help him.

Vanoss.  He was a sucker for him, too.