She would have quipped back, but was grateful that the demon demanded their silence. She didn't like saying things that she knew hurt him. Poking those, still fresh, sores. Ridding him of some of the wounds was why she was here, after all, not make them worse.
The smell of the club hit her like a punch to the face. Blood, sex and sweat were what caused a tiny shiver to course through her whole body. It had been a little long since she'd had two of them. Bryn hardly realized she was breathing deeper as they walked into the actual club. Through her nose and her mouth, as if she could taste the air. But her hunger didn't keep her from noticing the quid pro quo in the place. Humans were bound. And there were visible brands on some. She was sure they were there on the others too, just not visibly. What would happen do them when Nergal was killed?