He obviously didn't like the sound of the quiet, strangely enough he liked the insulting and bickering more than the silence. He never has, but right now that applied more than anything.
She huffed a sigh before crouching down, getting eye level with him and holding up-the key to his cell. She swirled the key ring around her finger, smirking.
"Actually, I'm the one who holds your life in my hands. So I'd suggest you answer my questions."
".. Using my life as a way of getting what you want, you demons are always the same. ...You can ask whatever you want and you'll gain the same results. I know not you, nor owe you answers."
".... you're an angelic type, right? Well then, listen to me carefully. If you run, if you make a scene, they'll kill you, and they'll hurt me. So I am trusting that you are too kind to do that."
