Baleon gripped Luke's jaw and forced his head up, his black eyes absolutely in awe. He couldn't stop touching the angel, which was highly unusual. Yet, he really couldn't seem to care. "You're not blind. You look just like him." He carded a hand through Luke's hair, seeming to already fall under Luke's tricks. "You must be masquerading. Show me your true self. It won't do you any good trying to play the part of the scum in that room."<br/><br/>Baleon then kissed Luke on the mouth, pushing his erection against the Fallen's stomach. If he was truly fallen, then the lieutenant could do whatever the fuck he wanted with the angel. "After all the work we've done, you're a fool to try to be like that angel. And you can't be him." He forced Luke around, pinning him against his body as he forced Luke to look into the dark room, where Samuel was sobbing in his chains.<br/><br/>Samuel was sobbing because of the hot and cold. It didn't stop. It didn't end. The pain was a constant, and for some reason he didn't know the sensations seemed to intensify. He cried out as his broken wings reknit themselves together, then clenched his jaw. Everything healed, the demon blood undoing all the damage that had been dealt to his body. But he heard the conversation. Being as blind as he was, Samuel had heightened sense of things. Sure he could look in Luke's direction, but all he saw was his chaotic aura, and it hurt his senses. He shut his eyes and sagged in the chances, wishing he could get free of this place but also glad he couldn't see the debauchery unfolding between the demon and the Fallen angel that supposedly looked exactly like him.