She hadn't intended to turn her gaze on him; it was simply a side effect of staring him down. She doesn't respond to his taunts, however, and merely crosses her arms over her breasts, as she attempts to return to her own relaxation, eventually getting fed up, and leaving, about twenty minutes later.<br/><br/>There are surprisingly few, throughout the multiverse; powerful angels rarely work freelance, after all. The two he can observe as being the most willing to work for him are both, currently, captives; one, in Union, in the hands of a slave dealer, a male, who's rather frustrated by his imprisonment, and slowly going stir-crazy, the other a female, held in Dis, the second layer of Hell, where devils tempt her constantly, attempting to encourage her to succumb to the darkness; she's been held for over nine years, and her resistance is wearing thin.