The arrival of the fallen angel at least gave things a little bit of spicing up if for no other reason than a dramatic entrance (even after the action was technically over) was always interesting to see. She couldn't say much for his reaction time, the threat was kind of already taken care of, but hey. He at least came faster than all the other guys. Her own guards hadn't shown up, but she hadn't been in danger herself ever so that was probably excuseable. They were more to make sure no one snatched her than to keep her alive. And look. There her king went giving the fallen angel what for about his response time (maybe not what four, at most it was what two, but you know). All was well.<br/><br/>And then.<br/><br/>Upon being told that she was in charge of the care and keeping of the newly falling angel Argent had the look of a girl being told she was being given her own pony. At the instruction that the angel was to stay in her room that look shifted like she'd been told she'd also have to much out the pony's stall. She came as close to arguing with an order as she'd come in several lifetimes before sighing an sulking visibly.<br/><br/>"Yes your highness. Thank you you highness." She looked toward her new room mate. "I'll find my guards and I'll show you my room. *my* room. You're a guest. If you're nice about it I'll give you some blankets and pillows to sleep on. But you have to earn them like I did. It's this way." She turned and would start to lead the angel away if the angel went with her. If not she'd just stare in growing frustration and repeat that her room was that way. Despite however frustrated with a lack of cooperation she seemed she wouldn't give an order even as casual as "follow me". It was against her training.