<span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;">Why would someone betray the resistance? He thought for a moment, narrowing the icy light of his eyes, chewing on his lip in thought. Finally he shrugged, and looked Audrey square in the face. <span style="color: #FFBF40">"I'm here betraying the winning side. Maybe some people are just stupid."</span> With a little smile, he took a step back from her. Had to try and get some of this tension out of the conversation, it wasn't good for him. <span style="color: #FFBF40">"The horde makes promises to many, helpful humans included. Whether or not any of those promises are honored... That's above my pay grade."</span> He giggled, leaning in - but still not as close as he had been before. <span style="color: #FFBF40">"I doubt it, though. And unfortunately, as much fun as it would be to watch the rat in your unit get whatever's coming to them, we'd all have to be dead for that to happen. So I suggest you figure out who on your side you trust most. Before that, we need to relocate. I can't be sure when the strike is coming, not to the minute I mean, but Hell was never big on patience."</span> He slid a hand to the collar of his shirt, adjusting it absently. <span style="color: #FFBF40">"Before the sun rises again, this place will be leveled."</span><br/><br/>Walking towards the door out of the room, the demon seemed ready to leave it. <span style="color: #FFBF40">"Hey, you out there, open up!"</span> He turned to Audrey. <span style="color: #FFBF40">"We should go soon. I'm sure you have trucks, or planes, or some way to move fast."</span> He seemed a lot more comfortable than he had been earlier, believing that Audrey really did intend to keep him alive despite all the evidence to the contrary. <span style="color: #FFBF40">"Oh, before I forget."</span> He took a long stride towards her and extended his hand to shake hers, only pausing for fear of his action being misread. His hand hung open in the air as he said <span style="color: #FFBF40">"call me Isaan,"</span> and flashed a confident smile.<br/><br/>Okay, this hadn't gone 100% like he had wanted it to, sure. He was still likely to be either blown apart by his own kind or shot in the back by the people he came to save, and he had nothing to wash the taste of stale bread out of his mouth. Even so, this was a lot better than he'd feared it would go, and at the very least he'd get to see how the humans dealt with a traitor in their ranks. Probably less creatively than the demons, but it would be worth a laugh, anyway. Hell, they'd probably get to share a cell before the traitor was hung from a streetlight or something.</span>