Salathiel smiled faintly, part of him pleased that his abilities were being respected and relied upon. He idly noticed that Maeve's thoughts once more didn't quite match her outer façade, with the mortal being more troubled than she would seem at a glance. This situation, in general, the angel decided, was something he had yet to adapt to, and get used to.<em>Not that this is permanent, of course</em>, he reminded himself. Though, of course, unbeknownst to him, was the possibility that it was more permanent than he thought.<br/><br/>"Certainly. You may see the task as good as already done," he said, before adding, inquiringly, "If that is all, then shall I take my leave?"<br/><br/>Once more, Salathiel was taken somewhat aback by his own words, finding it odd that he was being both so polite to one such as Maeve, as well as the manner in which he seemed to find himself waiting upon her every decision. Silently attempting to dismiss that line of reasoning, he turned his thoughts to other areas, including the summoning spell, and the various actions he would carry out, along with their potential results and repercussions.<em>For one such as me, Maeve's desires are easily accomplished. It shall not be long before they are enacted out...</em>