Daemon shakes his head in despair.

"Skylar, get off me."

She growls.

"You pulled my hair."

Lee whimpers.

"I wouldn't say I pulled it. It was more of a gentle tug."

Skylar presses her palm harder against his throat.

"You. Pulled. My. Hair."

She fists his shirt, pulling him up to eye level.

"You're dead, Lee Johnson. Dead."

"Guys, come on, we're already stuck in a cell, can we try and not kill each other."

"Shut up Daemon."

The demon backs away, palms facing up as the girl bares her teeth at him.

"Okay. Shutting up."

Lee looks at him pleadingly.

He shrugs.

"Any last words, Lee?"

"I - "

"Not to be a downer, but how exactly are we going to get out?"

Lee glares at him.

"I thought you were the embodiment of Hell, you can think of something."

Daemon winces.

"Right, about that - "

"Or," Skylar interrupts, "we could use the door."

"It's locked, Sherlock, that's why we're still in here."

She rolls her eyes, scrambling off Lee to push the door gently.

It swings open.

Daemon gapes at her.

"I just wanted to see how long it would take you to realise."