Amora sat on the ground, appearing unconvinced. "I'm not going to try to fight against you, but there will be other demons there who prefer a little 'excitement', and I'm guessing, if things turn to that, I might not think rationally." She tucked her knees under her chin, holding out her palm and allowing a small spark to escape from it, setting the dry wood ablaze. It was clear she hated the idea, after all, Gemgrald was not gentle when he punished her, and she could safely assume other demons would expect Tehvar to be just as brutal. Of course, she knew well that Tehvar would not like it, and she wouldn't purposefully get into mischief, but she needed to tell Tehvar of what he had to do, just in case she did step out of line.<br/><br/>"You and I both know, if I do something to anger one of them tomorrow, they are going to expect you to do something about it. And unless you are a master at making it look like I'm being beaten to a bloody pulp without so much as laying a scratch on me, we're both going to have to live with it. Sure, I hate the prospect, but if it keeps us both from getting killed in the long run, so be it."