[Flug's shoulders sink ever so slightly. He really had hoped that metaphor would cut through the heart of the matter in a more clear way; he was so sure it appealed to Black Hat's sensibilities! It didn't leave the demon any more incensed at least. A small victory.

The hand on his face is awkward, especially in regards to the subject matter but while the demon's obsessive rants were edging dangerously into 'want it as my decor' territory, Flug trusted Black Hat liked his face best in a 'living' and 'expressive state. His apparent offense at Flug being a commodity certainly reinforced that.]

"Only for you." [He echoes] "And it's going to stay that way."

[What more can he do but reassure? Flug searches the room for answers. Right. He came here to patch Black Hat up. The arachne looks from the chair they started by back to the demon with a questioning look. It's only going to itch more the longer they wait.]

"And when we get out of here, we'll ensure you're the only one with the memory to know."

[That is something Flug has every confidence in being able to promise, a mere memory deletion ray was a cakewalk compared to some of his other inventions.]