Amora shrank down a little, turning a bit pale. She silently regretted snapping back at him, but she wasn't going to give up so easily. Even if this demon terrified her. She braced herself, expecting pain when he reached for her with those sharp claws of his. But the pain never came. She opened an eye, feeling his hot breath on her face. Her brows furrowed, "I don't care about power or protection! I don't WANT Flynn as a servant!" Her voice trembled a little, but she looked him straight in the eye. She tucked her hand into Flynn's hand, squeezing it a little out of fear of what Screwtape might do.