When Genevieve entered the cell with another cuff and snapped it on his wrist, Damien gave a deep scowl at the action. He had hoped there would be no need to replace the second cuff after having made the wager to get it off. It seemed that after achieving the first relic, however, the Angels had grown cocky with their victory. Genevieve was no exception, ultimately being the one with the greatest power over him and choosing this time to enforce it once more. He began to wonder briefely if his plan would be worth all this work.

When the redheaded Angel pointed out the holy water once again, the sandy haired demon gave a mocking scoff.

"You expect me to bend to your whim? How utterly childish of you. And here I thought you were smarter than that."

His eyes narrowed challengingly, all but daring her to use her torture on him. He wasn't a Knight of Hell for nothing, even if he did tend to solve his problems with logic over physical harm.

"You got information from me the first time through cooperation, did you not? What's to say I wouldn't go for it again?"