Phyriel sighs as he glances at you, and the chain which goes between your collar and his hand.

A decade or so ago, Phyriel was commanded to take a demon and attempt to redeem it. He believed in change and redemption, but even he had to admit that you may be past that point.

You aren't a particularly dangerous demon, and you've committed much lesser sins than the ones he has to exterminate, but you seem to get worse the longer he keeps you.

From sneaking under his robes to biting your chains, you're not easy to stay patient with.

"Demon, stop staring. It's rude." He knows that you can blink, yet you choose not to, just out of spite, he thinks.