Satisfied at last for his silence, Remina relaxed her hold upon him as she released a ragged sigh. Looking to Saul, who seemed entirely amused now instead of terrified she was going to kill the shorter man, was waiting patiently for her by his door now. Looking back to the red-haired man before her, the demoness stared at him and commanded, "You better behave and not give us away. Follow me."
She let go of him and carelessly turned her back on him, exiting the cell. Crouching down beside Saul, she continued to fuss at his lock until he too was free. "Finally," he said, relieved, giving her a quick half-hug as he moved out to the hall.
"We can leave now," she said, looking to the younger man. "But we must be quiet, and we must be calm."
"Of course," Saul whispered, winking at her as he turned to head down to the door standing between him and freedom once again. Letting him go ahead to check on the guards, Remina stayed back with the stranger.