The demon’s brow arched, the lack of amusement clear upon his face, despite the mask he wore. His silver eyes glaring sharply towards the woman still, scowling at her while she explained the situation to him. Idly he begun pacing about in the circle, even after she wrapped the illusion around him. His right hand raised, acting as if it was tracing along a nonexistent wall. If it wasn’t for that circle, that woman may just find his hands around her neck. For now she was getting off light, though Naburus wasn’t one to forget, nor forgive. His eyes still giving off an icy glare, despite what effects of the illusion he may be under. His form suddenly halting, facing the female, before pointing towards her. “I will<em>reap</em>you before this is all over with.” She could take it however she like, though it was the only warning he gave her. His lips arched into a sadistic grin as he finally took his seat in the circle, limited in his own options currently of freedom and mobility, deciding to wait the events out.