Goddamn it, but he enjoyed Salvatrix's company. The creature was a delight to Alistair, and he couldn't help but laugh. Under different circumstances, in different times, he felt as though the two would have gotten on quite well over a cuppa while some village burned on the horizon. "Right you are, ma'am. Not forgiveness then, but permit me to live to sin again and require your pardon another day." Oh yes, Alistair was in a fabulous mood. Drinking from Tanith was like drinking from the fountain of life itself. He felt a young man again -- or at least a young fledgling. He was a prisoner in this dungeon, and yet the world was full of nothing but opportunities for him.
"Quite right I will," he agreed with the demon. "Pity I didn't meet you first. We could have done terrible things together." He flashed a grin, and turned his attention back to his mistress. He had a moment of concern as to whether or not Salvatrix would allow her to live, but she seemed safe for the moment. It wouldn't do for the demon to kill her. Alistair would kill her someday, but only after he had exhausted her every use.