Names were a powerful thing to have and to give and Luke didn’t know if he trusted Samuel, or mostly himself to even give one. Yet he needed to not have the other discarded, that meant that he wasn’t going to allow him to fall just yet. It might be cruel but if it kept them together Luke was willing for much greater acts of deprivation. When he was cast into the bowels of Hell so long ago he had plenty of time to ponder his own moral and what they were and he found himself be a man capable of much more and much worse. He viewed that as a thing of strength, since someone willing to do anything is capable of everything. He did choose to give the small pearl of knowledge to Samuel though, whispering the word, “Luke.” Into the quiet of the room and it was up to Sam to hear it and recall it if he ever could.<br/><br/>That did not matter now since Luke had a job, and one he would need help to accomplish. If he was going to free Sam he would need to buy time and that meant an act of deception, a small changing of portal locations where he would be the one present in the room and not the angel so close to breaking. But first he needed to remove the last demon to recall what he looked like, since almost no one knew what Samuel’s face was like, no other demons mattered and thus, Petra had to go and in order to do that he had to reach his message topside. He had never had the desire to escape their previous but he knew demons sometimes hosted event there, or used it to show off to others since not all ventured there and not all wanted to. It was by far safer in Hell but... as he left he collected just a little of Sam’s blood, a pure angel’s blood could be used as an aphrodisiac and he would need it to convince Petra just where they needed to head.<br/><br/>He got back to the party none the wiser his large almost doe like eyes batting around looking for his demon host behind the mask that hide most of his features. It was supposed to be alluring, and once he hide the cloak he had worn the outside below drew more attention to his body than his face, making most demons care people about the rest. “Sir, sir!” He wound Petra clinging to his arm and falling on him like he had been distressed by their brief separation. “I had thought you left me...” He said with a bit of a pout as his eyes glazed over. He never had problems emulating emotions but the hollowness inside swallowed up feeling almost anything.