'Well you've got that right - I'd really rather not be in here... I'd rather you, your mother and I were as far a way from this place as possible. And I bet that right now you'd like to get out of here too, right?'<br/><br/>He wasn't sure if he was talking to the girl, or whatever had taken up residence within her body - most likely the latter, but he'd learnt the hard way not to go in all guns blazing throwing insults and 'begone foul beast' proclamations at someone until he was totally sure that they were possessed, and were actually possessed at that precise moment.<br/><br/>It lead for rather awkward conversations on the occasions that he'd got it wrong - no-one liked to be called 'hideous demonspawn' after all...<br/><br/>'I'm not going anywhere until I can get you out of here - ideally without any harm to myself, although I'm not usually that lucky... Tell me, whats your name?'