[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel chuckles, the hint of something malevolent creeping into his tone. "If the theurge can stomach my presence, I can't imagine she would do any less for you. Regardless..." he takes a step toward her, "I'm curious about you, as well. What are you doing so far from home? What are you seeking? And why are you so quick to turn away an offer of assistance? I shudder to imagine how you've managed to make it this far with that attitude. But, if you're so dead set on refusing aid, so be it. Don't expect me to mourn over your likely very unfortunate end. I've absolved my thin moral duty in offering you my assistance. Do with it what you will."

Turning away, thoroughly disinterested in whether she comes to her senses or not, he gestures to Dante. "All right, let's go. We should get out of the city while there's still daylight. I've had quite enough of this place."