Harry's eyes narrowed at the demon. He didn't like threats, and threats to innocent people were even worse. This guy was Bad. He wasn't sure just how bad, but definitely at least three buses, a subway ride, and a $20 cab fee from decent.
Still, he swore. Giving Phaedra an unnecessary wary glance, Harry placed a foot on the chair beside him, ducked a bit as he stood on it, and used his blasting rod to chip away at a few layers of paint to break the circles in the trap. Nothing fancy, but any circle could be broken by a monkey with a stick.