Draiss was letting her play less, before suddenly getting an early assassination of a royal, the prince, with his assassin, and giving her a bland look at allowing such a minor mistake to blossom that far. "So, you are rolling my demon planes out of the Abyss. I suspected something, but it wasn't until I remembered the numbers you brought were symbolic that the logic came together. Failures on my knowledge domain query, though I must ask, why? I need the troops, as they are, and 'improving' them is merely annoying, and likely to have... consequences."<br/><br/>It was already too late to get them out, the tip was happening, still slowly, but moving with all the inevitability of the rising sun. Even banishing the lot likely wouldn't stop it, and as tempting as the thought was, he was once again reminded of the self righteous and self justification higher end good beings seemed to carry about them. Dishearteningly, he had thought Sabrael above that, but that was his mistake. A mistake of courtesy, and his expression frosted a tiny bit. This was going to screw with his plans, majorly. Yes, he would have to think of an appropriate... 'reward' for her.