While she'd prepared and trained and done all the research she could, nothing could have readied her for this. She'd expected some form of manipulation, maybe at most a weird creature from a book. A flaming horse demon thing was far out of her spectrum of thought. None the less, she didn't move. There'd been no attack and no concern, even if there was an abhorable stench in the room. There was nothing to fear but the creature itself, which had done nothing but flaunt it's looks like some peacock. It made it seem weak, trying to over compensate.<br/><br/>"<strong>You know, my friend owns some horses. They may be huge and all but they sure as hell don't intimidate me!</strong>" A blatant lie; as a child when visiting a farm the size of them had upset her, especially when she was nearly stepped on. She stretched her arms above her, arching her back as she did. "<strong>And you've warmed up the room too, lovely! This dank old place was going to give me pneumonia!</strong>" She resumed her stance, hands on hips, feet apart, grinning up at the feral creature. She had to move, to stretch. How else could she conceal the trembles? The sheer power the creature eminated was terrifying, but also exciting. That she had summoned it, and that it was hers to control was giving her a power trip.<br/><br/>"<strong>You may be all that, creature,  but you will do my bidding. I summoned you and as your master I expect nothing less than obedience.</strong>" She commanded. It wasn't too bad, even if she'd not really practiced this side of it. It grabbed her attention, making her recall what she'd read. Demon's could and almost always would twist anything you say to them. Commands must be word and grammatically perfect to avoid potential mishaps. And with these things, a mere mishap could mean death. She'd have to actually think before talking, which was in all honesty a contradiction with her personality. She smiled to herself; it was a small price to pay.<br/><br/>On top of that she just hoped the boys would stay out of the room, no matter the noise and disgusting smells. They'd been warned, and the door had been locked, but she wouldn't put it past them to open it if they thought she were in danger. Which could possibly put everyone in danger. They really did have no idea what to do, something she felt rather bad about. She'd neglected to teach them anything she'd learned. They couldn't defend themselves from magic. It was selfish but she loved it, being able to control something of which only a select few knew.