[Lucrezia latches onto what Iago said. The uneasiness evaporates, she seems eager to talk about it]

...I admit Rembrandt is not like I expected. He's better in some ways, but in others...he's not what I expected.

[He's so sassy and gets her on edge and since he's a demon she can't use her usual methods to reel him into the obedience she's used to and it's just so frustrating]

I intend to give Rembrandt my soul, that's for sure. I'd even give him as many copies of my souls as he can want. [She looks a bit sick when she says that. What is she, a cheap twelve-beer box?] I have measures to ensure the empire I'm building will be in...good hands even if it's not these two hands.