Oh, this woman was a real piece of work. Valdis felt her disappointment, as well as how pleased she was over this development. Glee was an emotion born from pride and the idea that one had the upper hand. So best to make the demon think that fear and foolishness was behind each action.

Valdis faked a glance at her sword, as if trying to decide to make a move toward it, or to the back room. Hesitation before a step closer to the design table, closer to the sword, a weapon was always a better option than running. As a predator, Valdis knew that all too well. Prey were often defenders when faced with a greater power.

"I don't think you know him very well," she replied, adding a bit of fear to her tone, enough to make anyone think she was trying to keep it out of her voice.

Come on bitch. Bite.