"What you<em>look</em>like is quite irrelevant." Zaeroses said, his glowing white eyes finally free from the blind fold examining the demoness. She may have been beautiful, but that didn't mean she was at all opposed to torturing somebody. Though, that hardly mattered. "You're a demon. I'm sure you could stomach torturing me." He added. Zaeroses' tone wasn't judgemental. He spoke more as though one would when stating that two plus two was four. Like it was just an obvious fact. Still, the angel listened to the demoness as she spoke, telling him that she was to get information out of him, and then posing two questions to him. He was almost very quick to answer, but then gave pause, actually not sure of the answer to the first question.<br/><br/>Zaeroses thought for a minute or so, and then looked at the demoness hard. "I was captured in battle. An incubus had attacked me while I was on Earth. Apparently your Queen doesn't have a great deal of control over her minions. He had light purple skin and blue eyes. Wings and large black horns. Perhaps you know him..." Zaeroses said. "As for the actual capture, while I was battling the incubus, another demon snuck up behind me and crushed my skull with a club or mace or some sort. I wonder if they two of them are just fools who made a vain attempt to kill me, or if they had wanted to bring me here for some specific reason." The angel pondered aloud.