Dro smiled and shook her head.
"You don't." She said as she walked around her desk and to the door. "I will find him and bring him here. One never can say for certain where he is." The demoness noted she didn't lie, strange since falsehoods flow so easily from her lips. Perhaps there was some innate magical property that made her want to be honest with Zea?
Or, simply, she was getting soft.
No, it was magic, she told herself as she pulled the door open. "Oh, do me a favor," She said with a sly grin. "Don't have his soul destroyed, he's had enough of that already."