"I haven't looked that closely, but your other prisoners don't seem noticeably different from the kind of people I'm used to."

"...They're not...really people," he says. (He sounds less certain of this than he would absolutely like to be.)

"How do you know?"

"Someone would have noticed by now."

"...do you actually think that or is it just what you have been assuming."

"...I..."

"They're the angels' pets," someone else mutters uneasily. "If they were people why haven't they noticed that angels suck."

"Somehow I don't find your logic convincing."

"Maybe they have noticed and just find it to be the lesser of two evils," someone says. He does not sound thrilled by this prospect. Someone else punches him. He snarls and swipes back with his claws. One nearby demon tries to separate them, but others end up piling into the fight. It starts escalating quickly.

Sudden movement stops working, in much the same way that shouting did.

"Given the way you apparently treat humans, I wouldn't be at all surprised if that were true."

The demons are mostly really not happy about this development.

"I suppose an apology would be nice. And I still don't really have an explanation for what you were doing, although 'you didn't think humans were people' at least explains why you weren't not doing it. Besides that—" She shrugs. "I've been a little too busy to come up with an itemized list of demands."

A few demons proffer intimidated apologies.

"Thank you."

There is miscellaneous frightened murmuring.

"If no one has anything else to add, I think I'll take your prisoners and go."

"—ah—" says Talyr hesitantly.

"Yes?"

"...if any of them are pregnant and would like to stop being pregnant, I can help with that," he says.

"...How are you defining prisoners," someone adds slowly.

"Why do you ask?"

"...Because one of them isn't a prisoner anymore and wouldn't be treated kindly by the local humans."

"I won't take anyone who doesn't want to leave."

"...Okay."

"Anything else?"

No one says anything else.