As maybe a final insult to the injury done to the attacking angel her sudden disappearance and attempted back stab, and the subsequent beat down, was met by a small yawn from Argent. This wasn't the first assassination attempt she'd seen. Not even the first for this manifestation. She'd known how this would end from the beginning. Maybe, after some sufficient time here, the bright spot would turn darker and *then* maybe even be willing to play with her. Or at least know to be nicer. Everyone was supposed to be nice to Argent. She was the King's favorite. Unless he told them not to be nice but this one didn't seem to know he could do that. She wasn't going to tell him.<br/><br/>Still. While the King was starting to bind another soul to hell Argent sat herself down on the grass and gave another yawn. It hadn't been that much of an exciting trip to the garden but maybe a nap was still in order once the king finished up with this little bother. He'd probably want to go back to his reports soon and she'd spent enough energy that a nap by his side could do quite nicely.<br/><br/>Unless he wanted to play with his new prize. She frowned a little at the idea, indignant. She didn't mind so much when she liked the new toy but this one wasn't nice to her. She didn't deserve the King's attention.