Argent appeared to either not be aware of the angel's reactions to her words and not too subtle commentary, or just to not care. Her steps lightened, easing into the happy bounce she'd had in her King's presence before as the guards moved in to flank them several feet behind but in eyeshot and easy reach if something should happen. Argent did her best to seem to pay them no more heed than she paid to the angel's ill will but she was always very aware of their presence or lack there or.<br/><br/>At the question she shrugged. "A Soul is a source of power down here. I'm the king's most prized weapon. Don't they teach you about souls in angel school? Well. You did think I was a demon. So Maybe not I guess. Anyway, they're there to make sure I don't get taken." And, once upon a time, to make sure she behaved. But she couldn't actually remember needing someone for that. It had been a long time. "They're boring though. They never want to play." She led the way down a side hallway and toward a back set of stairs as a question struck her. "Is there an angel school?"