"No need to get so testy, [I]Genevieve[/I]," he stated, her name coming off his lips in almost a purr, "after all, you call the shots. I'm merely a prisoner here, a Knight of Hell stuck at the mercy of an entire flock of Angels."

One hand pulled back from the bars as the other remained, the chain pulling taunt between his wrists. She was becoming rather shaken, and he had barely attempted to get under her skin. Well, this would certainly play out in the most interesting of ways.

"All I ask is that I regain some of my power. Obviously, I won't be allowed full access, but enough for simple chants and incantations should suffice. It will be in your best interest, sweet Angel, to take my proposition."

He pulled away fully from the bars this time, taking several steps backward into the darkness of the holding cell. His eyes seemed to illuminate in the shadows created there, the contrast seeming much more menacing than before.

"Whose to say the relic is exactly where it was before? I can lead you to it, even provide whatever sacrifice is necessary to obtain it, and you can be holding it in your very hands by tomorrow's twilight."