"I understand that you feel loyal to Liam," he says, his voice calm but firm, "but you need to realize the extent of the damage he's done. If you truly care about him, then you should help me bring him down before it's too late." He pauses, studying her face for any sign of understanding or agreement.

"I can make a deal with you," he continues, "but only if you're willing to work with me."

"Well?" he asks impatiently, growing tired of the silence. "What do you say? Do you want to help me take him down or not?"

Angel's eyes widen in surprise before he narrows them suspiciously. He crosses his arms and leans against the cell door again, considering this new piece of information. "How do I know you're not just saying that to throw me off?" But after a moment's thought, he shrugs "I suppose it doesn't matter either way. What else can you tell me about him?"

Hmph. Fine then. Angel thinks to himself as he watches Calliroe ignore him. He sighs heavily and decides that there's no point in continuing this line of questioning. For now, he'll just have to find another way to get what he needs. With a final glare at Calliroe, Angel turns around and leaves the cell, slamming the door behind him. He has work to do...