He was trained for things like this, had been conditioned to take any kind of pain that would possibly come his way. Still, Damien found that this pain was possibly the worst he had been dealt in a long time. Elapsed time would suggest it had only been ten minutes since the injection, but it had felt like ten hours of misery.

When the effects had worn down, his body still on a low simmer, he was aware of Genevieve grabbing him by his hair and slamming his head into the wall. He grunted at the action, barely affected by the sting of pain and the harsh words being thrown his way.

He was given the smallest reprieve to breathe as Genevieve talked to Adam, and it gave Damien a moment to think. He looked down at the cuffs on his wrists, the long, sturdy chain that connected the two, and thought back to a thought he had developed last night heading out of the cave. If what he had surmised was true, then only one cuff was enough to drain Genevieve's power to the point that her fighting was lacking. Now that he was wearing two, his status that of a human once again, how much was her power stifled this time?

He gave a sly smile before laughing almost maniacally.

"I'm almost proud of your technique," he began, intending to rile up Genevieve once again, "it's quite effective. Done like a true... [I]demon[/I]."