He smirked and shook his head, "Yes, she can. I can render her mute for the time being." That said, he did, and put his hands behind his back. "I ask you now, and this will be the only time I do, so answer truthfully. Why are you doing this?"
It was a question that burned in Mephisto's mind. He'd killed Ariel, he'd corrupted him. He'd terrified him and angered him, he'd taken his face, he'd driven the man mad, and done everything he was able to short of torturing him. But here they were. And here Ariel was, almost seeming forgiving.