"You must know something about her, if your brother married her son. Family relations and all. Whether they're looking for you or not means very little to me. If they aren't looking for you, it makes it all the easier for us, doesn't it? That means we have all the time in the world to extract every last little bit of information you do have out of you, without fear of someone mounting a rescue mission." Rizarn pointed out, grinding his foot down when Adriel grabbed his ankle.<br/><br/>"Though, that is good information to have. Angel, you say? Is that the name of the one who married her son? So we should also try to capture him on our next mission? And her son too, I presume." he mused, tapping his fingers along Adriel's cheek thoughtfully. "Where are they? Angel and her son, Kain right? And what are their roles in all of this?" he asked, suddenly stopping the tapping and instead slapping Adriel across the face.<br/><br/>"Food, water, rest. Those human comforts you won't receive. I would advise you admit what other methods of healing you have available to you. I don't believe for one moment that you use blood magick and don't know alternative means of healing. And if you believe that I will let you collapse of exhaustion, you're sadly mistaken. So, you have a choice. Suffer through like the martyr you seem to believe you are, but everybody around you can tell you aren't, or tell me what you need to heal so we can continue this little session without you quivering on the ground like a weak little bitch." he smirked.<br/><br/>Running footsteps could be heard outside the door again, and Rizarn glanced up, keeping his foot firmly stomped on the male's chest, narrowing his eyes and sensing the panicked emotions of those outside the door as they dealt with the dead bodies caused by Adriel's lack of control over his magic. He didn't sense any other feelings, there was confusion, concern, even some anger and fear, but nothing overwhelming. He knew that if there had been an outside attack coming on, that the feelings would have been much more prevalent, much louder and more chaotic. So for now, he still focused on the task at hand, extracting the information needed from the male sprawled on the ground underneath him.<br/><br/>He rather hoped that Adriel would take the first option and continue suffering. Rizarn needed to play his part and torture the information out of the other, and he was damn good at his job, but it was always better when the target presented a good fight and delayed the inevitable as much as possible. If Adriel could collapse of exhaustion, it would mean at least a few hours, or maybe even a day or two that Momo could buy herself some more time, the demon having no idea that she was already dead. Rizarn so far had only extracted information that, while damning and incriminating, was not really anything useful in terms of attacks or raids. But Adriel may actually have information on locations and people, and once Rizarn ripped that out of him, he would have to give it to Levi or risk revealing his own status as a traitor.