Samandriel wanted to glare at the demon and point out that 'the angel' was his sister and he knew exactly how her moods worked thank you very much. Instead, he looked away again, considering all his options. He couldn't... He didn't begin to know how to speak about it.
He looked up at his sister and asked softly, "can you still get in me?" Just because he wasn't an angel anymore didn't mean she couldn't, right? He had been once. Maybe there were still pathways there somehow or some other means of being able to get into someone's head to pass judgement that he'd never been privy to since it hadn't ever been his job. It might hurt some now, but he'd be willing to add that to the pile of things he was already feeling.