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"Right." Isabella had half a mind to stop his head in, lying on the floor from her blow. Instead she got up to draw a hand through her feathers and settle them again, content with her attack for now and the scarlet droplets it welded on his cheek. He had a point with one thing, she didn't want to have to look after the thing and care for him for much longer but at the same time the demoness knew as soon as he could be on the move he most likely would. Well, would try. "We'll see about that, let me know when you come up with a plan."