She paused to think. A demon, wanting to become an angel of virtue? She simply couldn't understand. She looked back up at him when he asked if she needed anything. She shook her head, then her stomach roared in chagrin of her refusal. She didn't exactly get a well-prepared meal while with that terrible merchant.<br/><br/>However, before she could speak again, she heard the sound of a door opening and multiple voices speaking in a different tongue than hers. Under the blanket she went again, shutting her eyes tight. Screwtape was back, and with friends.