This was a surprising turn of events as Eden hadn’t even considered the demoness before. He glanced to see those familiar orange eyes looking back to him only they were sharper, harder than her father’s were even in the midst of combat and war. Kane had been a safe choice for partner, Eden had no trouble controlling him and the man had been useful but would never look to undermine him but Iris was a different ball game. True their goals were similar... but there was always a danger when playing with fire or sleeping with a snake.<br/><br/>For her part Iris looked thoughtful, if the watcher knew her history then he would know the line she came from, she was in a way her grandfather’s daughter. Sure the man might have been a human but only someone of his character could have offspring with a demon. Her grandfather Charles was a hard man, all business and ruthless to the end. Never apologized and goal driven. It was said when Iris came to Hell she had taken part in a ceremony that burned her human blood from her body and thus left the calculating demon underneath but really... the most heartless part of her might have been in her human linage. After all, Kane killed her mother, Charles killed her grandmother and all the women in her family hadn’t fared much better under men. She was going to change all that, re-write history or maybe bring karma back into line and wasn’t about to become yet another woman in her bloodline murdered by their spouse.<br/><br/>She frowned finally, “Well it sounds like you’re getting away all neat from this without any skin in the game.” Looking over at Eden the prince seemed to agree and be considering her and what words she said next. She could tell the angel wanted this badly and thus he should be willing to GIVE them something, even if it is in their best interest. “I also want the council’s blood oath that nothing is to befall Ryan, he has no part in this but I don’t trust even the angelic laws with how you treat him. No one is to say a rude word to him let alone lay a hand on him.” She said firmly, exposing her weakness for her brother but it was vital he didn’t get dragged into this.<br/><br/>With those demands Eden looked at her with a raised brow, “And what about anyone else?” her own father, adopted uncle, any of their mates.... Iris turned back to him with those same orange eyes, “If they burn that’s what fate intended. It is not my concern.” She said with a coldness to her tone as Eden couldn’t help but laugh with half glee and wonder. He was, after all, still a demon who enjoyed chaos. Yet he had his own demands for the angel, “It is tempting to get Michael... I’m not saying its not,  but a union, you must admit, is a big ask. After all as the prince one has to consider their mate carefully... I suspect there is something you still know about those words spoken, why you think this will all be destroyed.”<br/><br/>———<br/><br/>It would seem it would have to do for now as Drake mulled it over, not pulling away from the touch but trying to understand it. Wondering about his own truth that lays underneath.