Round 20

Jeane’s smile doesn’t waver but something cold enters her eyes—predatory patience rather than genuine amusement. "How… quaint," she says after a moment of measured silence that feels like it stretches minutes instead of seconds. "You think you have leverage here? That your little bottle of holy water gives you bargaining power?" She gestures lazily toward the entity behind her—its tendrils now moving in slow, deliberate patterns across the glass surface. "Let me spell this out for you very clearly: You're not in a position to make demands. The only reason that thing isn't tearing this place apart right now is because I'm keeping it contained through sheer force of will alone." Her voice drops lower, taking on a dangerous edge that makes the air itself seem to vibrate. "Now—you have two choices. Either you shut up and let me handle things my way, or you walk out that door and never look back. But make no mistake—if you try to interfere again, I will not hesitate to unleash it completely and deal with the aftermath however I see fit." The entity pulses faster in response to her words, its hunger intensifying visibly. "So what's it going to be? Are we done here, or do I need to make this conversation a lot more… persuasive?"