[Suzerain of Sheol]

*tsk*ing to see that it is the human host, and not the entity, that has regain consciousness, Shealtiel sighs bitterly and reclines from his vigil.

"I couldn't tell you," he answers Lev. "She seems pathologically disinterested in camaraderie, to the point of brazen recklessness. It'll likely be the death of her." He shrugs, ever so slightly.

"And you're chained because, in case you weren't aware, you're under the dominion of some sort of infernal possession. Whether those bindings would be sufficient to restrain the demon remains to be seen, but I thought it prudent. They'll remain until I have a chance to speak with it myself. You understand, surely? Don't worry, if things get violent, I'll make sure you aren't helpless. Something tells me you can abide the discomfort." His voice never once raises in pitch. It is rather obvious that he cares nothing for Lev's comfort.