That was a relief, at least one of them anyway. Nodding in agreement, she lead him towards the house. There was still danger lurking in his voice. He was an obedient angel and she was with a demon. His first instinct would be to kill or hurt Clint.
Clearing her throat, she warned, "I want you to be kind and respectful to my partner. He's a master, like you and I, and he poses no threat. He's a- well, he used to be a slave, but not anymore." A beat passed by. "He's a demon. He's my demon."