Even though she made remarks about his current possession, Satanachia still ignored it altogether. What did it matter to him if he was a rat? The only problem was that he couldn't stay inside of it for very long. Instead, the lithe beast grabbed hold of its own tail, hauling itself upward to cling to hand flesh and clothing, upright again. "I had come with permission to make your life a living hell. Father says I can't kill you, but I can torture you. Seems to me you've already got enough problems. Such as whoever tried to blow you up. That one was rather entertaining!"