"Uriel? Dear, If such thing is possible, Uriel is worse than me. He was made to be the cold unfeeling bastard needed to do dirty work that can be done openly by an angel... he is the sword of divine fury, the herald of revenge. And he is not a dim-witted bully either, so... no chance of him giving it away, no, and tricking him would be extremely hard if not impossible."

She touches his arm briefly. "Weyland dear, do not worry yourself. I did not bring you here to convince you to free me."