Well. At least a demon had faith in him. He'd be sure to report that back to the remaining wardens. But he had some clue what they might be facing now and, reluctantly, put the sword and shield away. This was going to be all...talking. About feelings. He could do this, but Lucanis was going to owe him a hell of a dinner date.

He runs towards the next door, nearly as ready as Spite was to get through all the locks.