Ignoring his captive’s silence, Sebastian continued the conversation as if she was actually participating.  “I see that you are.  Excellent.”<br/><br/>With a confident swagger, Sebastian crossed his room and sat down on the corner of the bed.  He could have easily ripped away the wings shielding her body -- and his memory of her body certainly made that  a temptation.  But for now, he let the angel hold onto her modesty and the tiny illusion of control it gave her.  There would be time to destroy that later.  “I suppose that I should admire your bravery,” he conceded.  “However, all I can do is marvel at your foolishness.  Humans are so plentiful, like ants or blades of grass.  What made you risk your life to defend just one?”<br/><br/>The question was rhetorical and Sebastian didn’t wait for an answer.  Angels had been created to aid humanity, it was part of their very nature.  And some angels, like the one currently chained to his bed, were assigned to guard a particular human.  That created a very strong bond indeed.<br/><br/>“Unfortunately, your heroics came to nothing.  We captured you and the human.”  Sebastian shook his head, his expression twisted into a false mockery of sympathy.  “And you know what the interesting thing about humans is?  If you torture them enough, they’ll tell you anything.”<br/><br/>Reaching out, Sebastian caressed the tip of one white wing.  At the same time, he let his human disguise fall away for a moment, revealing his true form.  It wasn’t much changed -- but his fingers tapered into black claws, and sleek black horns curved back from the top of his head.  Also, a number of demonic symbols could be seen tattooed onto his skin, glowing slightly in the room's dim light.<br/><br/>“They’ll even tell you the true name of their protector.  Isn’t that right, Eliana?”