Samael points to the floor in front of him, and one of the women immediately crawls to where he pointed and arranges herself on knees and hands, allowing Samael to use her as a footstool. He leans back in his chair, fingers steepled right under his chin, and studies Taylor for several moments before speaking
"Indeed. What sort of power and ability do you imagine might be required to right this situation, and what would you be willing to give for such power and ability?" Samael asks.