Now, James is going to let himself feel uneasy, and that flashes through his gaze at Merrill's words. Pride - of course it would have to be Pride. The most monstrous of demons, coming to prey on her. Why? He had no idea. She seemed to have as much pride as a fluffed up kitten.

He looked to the ground for a moment, frowning, thinking, before he mentally sighed. Steeled himself, steeled his resolve. There was only one way to take care of a demon this size -- and it would need more power than a regular lyrium draught.

He looked at her, green eyes solemn. "Merrill, I'm going to have to ask a lot of you, in the next hour or so, but I will be able to help you. You're going to have to trust me, though."