What are they talking about? Surely, he had no idea. He looked at Flashpoint, as if he heard her comment about being jealous. They were quite stunning dancers. If only they were not so vicious, and forward, he would have loved to dance with them on any other occasion.

However, Deadlock probably did not share the same sentiment. Francœur tried again, changing the song into something relaxing. The demons stopped passing Deadlock around and instead they gathered around him and they swayed like leaves caught in a gentle breeze.

That was probably as best as it would get. He looked at Flashpoint. Could they still escape like this?