"It's late. She's likely asleep. Leave her." He willed himself up another drink, simply to have something to hold in his hand. Although he knew it would not happen, he would release Zira for the night, if asked. He had been serious- he was in no mood for games, sexual or otherwise. Partly because now, his dominion over the Fallen had gone from something given, to just something had; they were no longer equals, and it almost cheapened the entire experience for the demon, as much as he knew he should feel triumphant about it.