Again, as always, Bastian had already thought it through. While her non-answers worked on most everyone else? The leader of the demons in Babylon was not among them, and every time she tried to double-talk him, to lead him in circles and on tangents, she was insulting him. And it was by his good graces she was in the position she was to begin with.
Izual pressed her lips together hard, her hands folded in her lap, and she tried to contemplate how large a chunk of her pride she would have to swallow before she left Bastian's office. Tempting as it was to attempt to mitigate and dilute and save face... it was too late for that.
"Very clear, Basarel," she said, completely grim and dour now, "They'll be installed today."
She bit her lip against asking who was expected to pay for it - she would, of course, and she wouldn't complain, either. Izual intensely disliked being reminded of her place.
"Is there anything else?" instead of being sultry and impish, now she was visibly cranky, almost petulant.