Zaeroses was still blindfolded, unable to see who was speaking to him, but sense another, different female presence, like the others, belonging to a demoness of some form, though he could decipher little about her. The kiss from the other demoness had left a bitter, harsh taste in his mouth, and his mind had grown clouded for a short moment, before being filled with memories. The one who's lips he had felt... she had been the one who had suggested that she might yet face him in battle, though now such thoughts seemed foolish to him. For some reason, the angel felt as though the one kiss wasn't enough, and he wished to feel those soft lips against his own once again, or part of him did at least. Zaeroses was no fool though. That was exactly what the demons wanted. To corrupt him and his thoughts. He had to keep his mind clear of such things. That wasn't going to be easy to do, but it was simply what he had to do.<br/><br/>It was easier at this point, of course, given that he was tied on his back, and felt as though he was lying completely flat. He had heard something about a 'torture table,' though he had still been recollecting his thoughts from what happened before, and was not entirely aware of where he had gone now. Despite that, he still heard and understood what this new voice was saying to him. Zaeroses gave a great sighed before taking a greater breath.<br/><br/>"If you have questions, then ask them. But before you begin, know that if I choose to not answer a question, there is no amount of pain you can put me through that will pry the answer from me, demon. I don't fear your torture." Zaeroses said. He was quite relaxed, given the circumstances.