She rolled her brilliant blue eyes, although the roll was playful, when he continues on about the Angel of Death. He seemed to accept his fate easily after she said she was the Demon dragging him to Hell instead. She could not help but allow her black lips to pull back in a smirk at his reaction. She lifts her head and does a single laugh.
”Slave eh? Guess I won’t keep you tied up then,” she teases. ”Oh believe me, it will be cozy alright,” she confirms, knowing the lore of Hell and what kind of place it was supposed to be like. In the end though, she had to be somewhat concerned with what her little mortal was getting into, and what was giving him these new scars.
He brings up Zanon and the little crew we took care of while in Iromar. She did not know what any of them were up to now, and honestly was a bit curious. Yet it appears Cuirass found out a little bit more than he could chew. She tilts her head slightly when he mentions Zanon taking one of his prizes.
”And what was my slave trying to bring back that this Zanon stole?” she questions, flipping her head back a bit in a playfully arrogant manner- just as an Angel- or Demon, of Death would do.
”And what is it you want to do to get back at him? It will have to wait until these wounds of yours are healed,” she says as her blue eyes linger back to the wounds before going back to his face. She knew he would likely be stubborn about it though. She reaches down to grab her herbs, and motions him to follow her into the den. ”Come on now, and what I will end up doing...well, it will sting,” she says with a hiss, but knowing that the man obviously doesn’t mind a bit of pain every now and then.