"Hmm... so that means yes. I thought so too." He laughed, running his free hand over the hewn stone passage. The stone felt warm to him. Satanachia looked down at their hands curiously at this information, then just shrugged. Hell was insidious. It could turn up anywhere, including the places of holy warding. But he'd already known that, hadn't he? Another disgusted snort at the name Damoen as he looked around. He could hardly discern bed and other normal bedroom accouterments in the windbloown mess that they entered. "And you say you slept here?" The demon asked, rather doubtful of this. Humans didn't sleep in places like this.