Reverend Mother had said she would meet Diablo
The sound of a key in the lock jarred her out of her reverie and she remembered that things hadn't gone so well after all. Fearfully she stood and turned to face Diablo as he entered the room.
"I can see that you have taken me at my word and decided not to provoke me any further. "He purred softly, a tray of cocoa in his hands and a gentle smirk on his face.
"It was for my own comfort, not fear of your rerisals." She retorted, pulling the robe around her and forgetting her previous decision to try and get along with the man in the interest of her own safety.
Standing just inside the door for a long moment, he answered that with a soft purr that held all the sweetness of a raging lion. "You might be well advised to change that way of thinking, My Dear. I have been known for extracting reprisals that weren't very pleasant for the recipient."