Satanachia lingered for a moment, looking between Syra and her hand, then over the room again. He drifted a handful of steps away, picking up a book. Not opening it, but staring at the cover and the title that wouldn't resolve itself into words for him. It wasn't one of the magic books, he'd seen those before. And he was used to letters being meaningless. He couldn't read signs either, not that he'd ever say as much. "Organized..." With a haughty sniff, the demon dropped the book and strode over to the door, touching his hand to it. As a demon prince, he should have known better. Girl was trouble, girl was chaos for more than just herself. But he was a demon and should be the complete opposite, lawful to a fault. "No one can get in here? Hell is outside... Parts of it."