The irony of it was that Screwtape wanted Errol to cop any free feels he could from Amora; now Amora really was helping him, and Errol felt ashamed that she had to put her hands on his hideous body form.  "You know Amora; that gargoyle outside told me he smelled human blood and that you it wasn't; me he smelled and said I was different."<br/><br/>As Amora neared the door of the basement's entrance, Errol gently raised his hand and touched a certain rock which seemed to accept his demon signature, thus opening the door.  Once inside, it  promptly closed.<br/><br/>"To that workbench over there, please.  I need to give you something."  When they reached the workbench, Errol sighed a breath of relief and stayed motionless for a moment.  He wanted to catch his breath and rest.  Then opening the bench drawer, he took out a lovely silver, heart pendant.  "Come here, this will help you."  He wanted to put the necklace on around her neck, but wasn't sure if his hands would be able to clutch the lock.  "On put this; whoever wears it can understand demon language.  It is translator special because it was made with a piece of my mother's beautiful hair, before they make her shave it all off."  He frowned for a moment; "Then, flip switch over there - if you have ever seen one.  Then you can see all this room in light."