Kyrie eyes the devils off. As much as she might enjoy tormenting Syrie, she doesn't want to leave her to the mercy of a devil - they don't<em>have</em>any mercy to be left to.<br/><br/>"Sorry, girls, but she's mine, and mine alone. This pet is for me to play with and torment, but I'm glad I could provide you with some entertainment."<br/><br/>She pauses, then smacks the still-clothed bottom of the comatose Artemis.<br/><br/>"I tell you what, though. As a token of good faith, why don't you have this one? I'm sure we could all have fun playing with her when she wakes up, and I'm not possessive about her."