To be perfectly honest— not that Hecate felt any need to be honest with a demon— Hecate hadn't thought that far ahead. She'd been bracing herself for another long hunt and search for a demon across the city; the trap had been hopeful, sure, but how often had the best case scenario been handed to her, recently?
"I think that decisions about your fate rest entirely on how these next few minutes go," Hecate said, walking a slow circle around the outside of the trap, eyes on the demon. "Why have you stolen Hermes' face?"