"uh. Yeah. This place is hell. I think it said so on a sign somewhere or something." Argent responded. What might have sounded like more of the childish jabber if she'd used her overly polite tone came out sounding almost... sarcastic... without it. It sounded strange to her own ears. She was so used to presenting as what she was expected that dropping the front sounded weird to her. She ignored the side thought for later. She had things she needed to do. And it seemed she had worn down her quarry with annoyances. Hurray!<br/><br/>"If you go to my room and let me get you clean up or show you where to clean up I will have done what the King told me. If you're hungry I will also show you where to get food. But if you do that then I'll stop bothering you. At least until the King tells me to do something again." She turned to lead the way back to her rooms. "And you're wrong. I'm no more a demon than you are. Less, now that the King's marked you. Like I said. I'm the physical manifestation of a pure Soul the old demon king captured. If they made me even a little bit of a demon it would lessen the power they get from having me. My room is this way." She repeated the carefully worded non-order, the fact she wasn't allowed to give orders even to captives maybe another piece of evidence of her status being as she claimed.