Dantalion smiled just a little wider when Annalise mentioned she didn't 'agree' with the villagers. The idea that there were people who didn't even believe in his existence; it was simultaneously insulting and a reminder at how effectively he'd done his job. "Well, now, young miss, that doesn't seem very neighbourly of them." He let his gaze roam over the woman's soft, lush body as he made his way a little closer, stepping behind the tree, and takes a deep breath, letting the scent of her purity fill him for just a moment.<br/><br/>Running a finger along the chain, he rattles it lightly, as though searching for a lock to undo. "I'll tell you what I'll do for you, young miss... I'll get you out of these chains that your villagers have so uncouthly locked you up in, and I'll even escort you to a haven; I have a home, here in the woods. That way, when the demon comes, if he does turn out to exist, he won't be able to find you here." He steps around the other side of the tree, and looks right into Annalise's eyes. "Now, you can't ask for a fairer deal than that?"