Yesterday Five might have handled this differently. Before the masquerade, he had a pretty clear idea of how Wrath operated, and he's already aware of how fond he is of making deals. That first meeting, when he seemed to be able to look directly inside of him, unnerved him more than he'll admit. He's been cautious since then, but he's never had any leverage over the demon until now.

Wrath seems personally offended that he would be threatened by the likes of him, and Five does nothing to retract his statement. He doesn't appreciate being thrown into what he so narrowly avoided, and the terms of his agreement are clear. The same poison that can affect a demon was meant for Vanya. For him. They narrowly avoided a death sentence and a desperate search for a cure, only to be dragged into the situation anyway by his other sister. Because for whatever reason, she cares what happens to him.

Is it any wonder why he's in a bad mood? They have more enemies he's yet to draw out, that he needs to before things escalate, so he can barely call up any sympathy for Wrath's sickness.

"Got it in one." Five deflates slightly, thinking of how far that is to teleport when he's only just regained some of his energy after what Lan Wangji gave him dissipated. There's a lot that he could ask for in return, both personally and for the sake of his family, but he can't focus in that now. He sighs. "You're right, you do owe me. We can talk about that later."

He's about to insist they leave, but he casts him one more scrutinizing look. Half the people who ate the poison already act like they have one foot in the grave, and there was a strange amount of urgency when Allison informed him of what their plan was.

"What is it doing to you?"