"Do I have to given you the intent lecture again? I've got that thing fuckin' memorized by now." Tyzias sighs, relaxing a bit. Michael was a lot better than he was when she first met the daemon, though. At least Michael was growing even if it was by inches. "...guess it isn't too bad, though," she concedes. "This time. You know, if you applied all the creativity you put into tormenting people into other areas, you could really do some good shit."