The hunter would look at her, continuing to press the blade against Samuel's side.  "Spawn of the Devil," he spat with a bright smile.  "You and your kind display yourselves as a sinful act.  Well, such things will end soon.  But have no fear, harlot.  I'm merely taking my friend here to have a conversation with him.  We need him."  Samuel, though, was looking far from pleased.  The blessed weapon would cleave through his protective spells like they were naught more than paper.  However, perhaps if he...did something instead.<br/><br/>A quick step into the man while bringing his hand down upon his wrist would allow Samuel to push him away, into the crowd, while stepping away from him.  "Hunters," Samuel said with a smirk.  "Always a damned hunter when I don't need one around.  If you wish to broker a deal, friend, do so in a more polite manner."  The hunter hadn't dropped his weapon, of course, but he had to quickly put it aside for fear of it being seen.  Otherwise HE would be the inappropriate one and not the warlock and his slut demon.<br/><br/>"We're going to cleanse this place," the hunter said, rubbing his wrist.  "Free the poor mortals from all the evil within this place.  Given your appearance and the stench that surrounds you, we figured we could use your assistance.  However I see the harlot is your companion."  The hunter paused, contemplated, then spoke again.  "We will...offer a deal.  We won't strike at your slut demon there if you can assist us in our endeavors in the rest of this place."<br/><br/>Samuel found it amusing the hunter kept referring to Lasciel in such a fashion.  "Allow me to reconvene with my associate," Samuel said in that smooth, rumbling voice of his.  "While I'm sure she dislikes the titles you confer upon her, this may be something we can use to our mutual advantage.  Where may I meet you later?"  The hunter would gesture through the entrance of the Night Parade, towards a copse of trees.  "Out there tonight."  And the hunter was walking away.