Fenris's gaze snapped to the approaching woman. 'Safe' was the very last thing he felt. He wasn't inclined to take her word for it - especially since he knew demons played tricks in the Fade, and she was certainly beautiful enough to be a trick.

He drew the sword off his back and faced her, eyes hard. "Why am I here?" he asked. "I'm not a mage. I can't imagine possessing me would be quite as much fun. What's the point of this?"