Damien watched through narrowed eyes as Genevieve left his cell to retrieve another syringe, this one able to hold twice the volume as the last one. He readied himself then, taking hold of the end of the chains connected to the cuffs and wrapping them once around his fingers for leverage. He would only get one shot at this, he was sure, but it would be the only one he needed to get his point across. When the redheaded Angel reentered his cell and stood close enough to him he made his move.

Damien lunged forward and knocked the Angel back, maneuvering himself to keep her pinned. He then wrapped the long chain around first her hands, then her neck, and pulled them taunt enough as a warning that he could strengthen his hold and cut off her air.

"Listen, and listen well," Damien seethed, "you think me much lesser than you. You're [I]wrong[/I]. We are equals, you and I, and until you realize this, you will get nowhere in your search for the other relics."

He moved in closer and growled in Genevieve's face.

"I am the only one who knows where I've hidden the relic in my possession, and it will go with me to my death if it comes to such measures. Use any means of torture you like; your attempts will be futile."