In a single heartbeat, she's drawn closer to him, red eyes glass sharp and unflinching. She doesn't blink, barely breathes - like an automaton with too tight springs, and the sense that she's ready to pull a knife on him is only stronger.

"What do you mean, she doesn't remember?"

Elaborate. She'll pin him down and force the information out if she has to. Somehow. She'll fight every devil's spell if she has to.