Errol wasn't sure his english was going to come out right; Screwtape looked exhausted and looked done for now; no doubt he would wake up and then go about his usual business.  But Errol couldn't take the chance of him hearing too much.  "Help me to the basement Amora, and then we talk.  Plenty of healing things there for you and me; my eye ... well, not much I can do but bandage it."<br/><br/>Errol knew when he got the the basement he would explain everything to Amora; the basement could be locked and unlocked by codes.  Once they were safely inside, they were safe for a few days.  But they would eventually have to emerge with the crystalline substances that Screwtape required.  There was also a translator in the basement so that Errol could communicate to Amora in his native tongue and she could still understand.  Of course, if Screwtape knew of all this stuff in the basement - Errol would be disowned because he didn't follow the old school demon customs; for now, he turned a blind eye to his nephew's "demon cave" because he was fulfilling customer orders like he was supposed to.<br/><br/>Yet this demon cave, hopefully with Amora's help, was going to be the death of Screwtape and his minions.  Then, Errol could find Amora's village and take her back there, where she really belonged.  His feelings for her notwithstanding.