He had wasted all of a minute on the second attempt, so his subconscious could cut the fucking sarcasm. He turned back to the succubus, and glared. "Fine, 2 minute truce appear now, and state terms. Otherwise, stop wasting my time."<br/><br/>Now that he knew HOW they were storing it, he could just memorize the 'feel' for the spell, and send it back to the Queen or Princess, and then they could help him breech the entrance from another 'side,' which could be done in safety and with plenty of time to screw around with.