As soon as the woman was well on her merry way, Damien was forced back into the alleyway and pushed roughly up against the nearest brick wall. Genevieve was clearly pissed with the course of action he had taken, though he found humor in her anger. She was definitely a fiesty angel and wasn't afraid to throw her higher class power around when necessary. Her flock also seemed alarmed, though it was more at the state of which their leader was in.

When he was suddenly thanked and released from the hold around his neck, he was mildly surprised. Her hand found his once more, and before he knew it, they were all traveling down the path the elderly woman had told them to go.

Damien glanced at Genevieve, his currently green eyes holding a playful twinkle in them despite the bone-crushing grip she had on his hand.

"You're angry with my actions when I could have easily taken advantage of the situation. You say you cannot trust me; you refuse to. While I cannot say I have any sort of trust for your kind, we work for equal goals. You seek the Relics of Asra, and I want nothing more than my freedom. Perhaps you can take ease in knowing that, for the moment, my goal only ends when yours does."