There were very few tools Argent had access to. She couldn't give orders. She couldn't touch someone without instruction to do so or them touching her first. She wasn't supposed to wander about unguarded. But most people didn't have the authority to give her orders either. Which meant largely her main tool for getting what she wanted was either asking a few choice people politely or just annoying the hell out of someone until they gave it.<br/><br/>She worked with what she had.<br/><br/>It seemed to eventually work out for her as the fallen angel whirled around to look at her and challenge her. Argent was mostly out of the polite patience she'd had before and really this angel wasn't someone she was supposed to be pleasing. She was supposed to be looking after her. That was different. And in her brain that might be a loophole she could sort of use. In any case she was no longer wearing the airheaded smile but a disapproving frown. There was a more frank tone in her voice that was far from the 'yes master' tone she'd had earlier. "The King gave me an order. He never seems to know what to do with me but his predecessor would have my hide and then some if I disobeyed. As long as I'm following you, *trying* I might not be in that much trouble so I will follow you until we go where we need to be, the king gives me a new order, or I die of old age. And I'm a physical manifestation of a soul, not a demon. I don't age. So that'll be a long time. I'm not allowed to give orders but we need to go to my rooms. Can we go or would you like to continue to make life difficult to the only potential ally you have here?"