Damien was once again left to himself in his sell, both cuffs still binding him to his currently human status. It was an annoyance he would have to continue to face, one he was happier with than the torture. Damien frowned deeply. Things would change soon, moreso in his favor. If he needed to, he would attack before all the relics were found.

The night passed uneventfully for the locked away demon, and with the morning came the promise of another adventure. When Genevieve came down to retrieve him, Damien was already up and ready for her. He had cleaned the blood from his face, though his clothes would suffer until half his power was returned to him. His nose, though slightly bruised across the bridge and still just the slightest bit swollen, had healed quite nicely. The bone, at least, had mended correctly.

Damien stared hard at rhe ceiling, just barely aware of the several syringes of holy water Genevieve had packed away. As childish as it seemed, the demon wasn't giving the Angel leader the "silent treatment" as the humans called it. His actions were more for his benefit than to actually do anything towards her, but if it did end up bothering her to some degree, he wasn't complaining. He was more focused on listening to the other angels above his level, reaching out his senses to catch anything that could be used against these wretched holy birds when the time came.

[I] "...about the Relics of Asra? Yeah, I can't believe we're getting closer and closer to..."

"...but I'm serious! Pineapples are just weirdly shaped apples on pine trees. With that logic, you wouldn't think they'd be so..."

"...the Demon yesterday. She must have given him one hell of a beating! There was blood all over..."

"...don't know about you, but this unholy alliance with that demon can only end in disaster. Think about it. What is it getting out of all of this? I know Genevieve has pretty much full control over him at the moment, but how long will that last until things slip up?"[/I]

Damien finally looked to Genevieve with almost a blank stare, senses returning to him and his eyes refocussing into a slightly more narrowed form. He held up his left hand and gave a saucy smile, rattling the chain as he shook his wrist.

"I see you recuperated nicely. Still a bit bruised up? Such a shame we weren't able to heal propperly. Quite expected of me, but rather peculiar for you."

He hinted that he had caught on to the cuff's design and how they worked, but he made no other pass to them.

"I assume we'll be leaving with a bigger flock this time? Don't want a repeat of what happened last time, now do we?"