Hikari's hands clenched at his kimono, bunching up the fabric. Though they didn't seem to mean any immediate harm, there was an intensity to meeting beings of such power. There was one left in the room but she seemed less intent on his eternal damnation and more bored in general. His glance would finally turn to the woman after a few moments, the beads of sweat obvious if inspected closely enough. There seemed to be a difficulty in maintaining eye contact.

[color=E03D3D]"That... is a strange question to ask as the warden."[/color] A hand would finally raise to his collar to tug it free from the bit of sweat holding it in place. [color=E03D3D]"It's your job as the... Seventh demon to do so no?"[/color]

His other hand raised to the bars, gauging a reaction of the barrier if he was slowly push energy at it rather than his sudden violent burst of before. There wasn't quite a clear attempt of escape yet, but he had to better figure a way out. Perhaps she'd get bored enough too and leave. Or Perhaps conversation would distract her as it had earlier? She seemed desperate for it after all, overly proud as the other women seemed to as well.

[color=E03D3D]"You demons have a... peculiar manner of dress."[/color]