She was going to send him back. In this body. Oh that was adoreable. The demon loved this body and he wasn't giving it up any time soon. Not because some little Slayer told him he was. He'd heard from Meg about the Slayers. They were good, very good. But he was pretty damn sure he was better. And he was not going back to the pit if he could help it. Not ever. This was so much better and they were doing their part in the raising of Lucifer. They were doing what they had been asked to do, though he had to admit, taking the Slayer out of the fight was more for his own fun than anything else. His sister would be impressed when she was done playing with her own toys, she knew that too.
"You're not going to be laughing. You're still thinking about if its true or not. If you're some kind of poor replacement for her like Jaina thinks. You're wondering was that me, or was that Jacen. You can't fight him. You won't" The demon had to admit to suprise of course when she did. The kick connected, and it hurt but this body didn't react to pain like most others did. Oh it felt it. The pain spread across his chest but there was no visible reaction. Jacen used pain differently. The Embrace of Pain had taught him how. The Vong's most deadly training tool. Not everyone surrvived. But Jacen had. "That just wasn't nice" he told her and moved in to grab her at the shoulders. If he could do that then he had her. With Jacen's strength.
"You do realise you're not going anywhere right?" he asked her. It was true. She was staying here, or somewhere nearby anyway until things got better. Until Lucifer rose. In the meantime she could prove to be entertaining. He could figure out just what her interest in his meatsuit was. It would be funny. "Don't make me hurt you, I've been itching to play with the lightning powers but he's got a whole load of them just lined up inside here." he told her, "You could just surrender now, save yourself the hurt"