Samandriel stood with all the strength and conviction of a being who had his Grace back already. "As long as there's a collar around my neck and not yours, my deference is absolutely necessary." He looked at Clint, walking away from him to sit on the loveseat in Mitchell's small living room. "Where would you like to start, sir?" he asked. "Heaven isn't much better than Hell when it comes to pain. We fear it. You embrace it. Start where you like, Master."