She was doubting his words, and with good reason. His kind was not known for their truthful confessions. No, demons were lying, deceitful beings that tended to use any means to get what they wanted. When applied in just the right way, it became more of a game of wits than just simple gratification, and that was what separated the higher class from the lower class in his world. Physical power was helpful on its own, but the power of persuasion could broaden one's horizons and make others question what they knew.

"You don't know. I could be lying, leading you into a trap, or I could bring you to wjat you seek. Take a chance, if you dare. I promise you won't be disappointed."

Genevieve still seemed hesitant to sway in favor of his proposition, but after a long moment, she seemed to concede. The obligatory threat was issued, of course, a simple reminder to keep to himself lest he find himself on the wrong end of a sword.

"Of course, Genevieve. To cross your path with deceit would be certain death on my part."

His smirk was hidden in the shadows, but his words carried the barest hint of a taunt, a last status of his trickery. He would show them to the relics, let them believe they were gaining the upper hand, and when they least expected it, the flock would fall by his soldiers. Everything was coming together perfectly.

He moved closer to the bars, enough for the light to touch his features once more but far enough should the Angel choose to come closer.

"Perhaps...one cuff would suffice?"