Nate sensed the game she was playing, and understood what he still believed to be the mortal stakes of it. Part of him tugged, telling him to remain silent for the ride, leave, and request a more seasoned inquisitor. But another part of him won over, begging him to stay--though even he did not know whether such a belief was staunchness of faith, hubris, or even lust.<br/><br/>So, putting his fears to the side for reasons unknown to him, Father Thomas leaned forward, looking gently but challengingly into the demoness's eyes, and spoke. "Far from it, child. The soul is the shepherd of mind and body, guiding them but not dominating, nudging but not commanding." That he dared to call her child was one mistake; that he dared to make eye contact so directly was another. But he did not know what consequences would come...