The demon shrugged. "Why not?" he said, and gestured around the room. The antiques and ornaments and plush furnishings spoke for themselves. He wasn't about to rat on Lucifer in the first instance now.
Merlin glanced at Hecate, not buying that it was simple greed for a second. Not when the real Hermes was found in Lucifer's clutches. He sipped his cocktail. "Bullshit," he commented. The demon turned his head towards Merlin.
"Why wouldn't I?" he said again.
"On Master's orders, of course," Merlin replied, and the demon closed his mouth. "Did you master order you to imprison Freyr too?"
The demon stared a moment, then barked a laugh. "Clever fucker," he said, and shifted in a moment from Hermes' face to Freyr's. "I had fun like this. The number of women who fall for this look- it was a good time." He smirked, and Merlin raised an eyebrow.
"While the real Freyr suffered. While the real Hermes suffered. Is this a pattern we are going to have to break?" Merlin asked with a deceptive mildness.