The immortal shrugs at the signs that he's hit the mark with his guesses.
"At this point," Michael admits, "Not really, though I suppose I could help you out a bit. I'd bet that I'm not the only one in the city who could figure this stuff out, and, considering how this place is, chances are that the other people who figure it out may want to take it from you. Though, this does beg the question of how you've kept it safe for as long as you have. I mean, anyone who actually wants to use that thing's power would be a godsend if there was some sort of entity trapped in there, so it would have no reason to do anything to help you...unless of course you can utilize its power, somehow, without letting it out completely. But even if you don't open the cell completely, you'd still have to poke a few holes in it to get anything out, assuming of course it's not just a matter of opening the pre-existing holes a bit wider."
With that, Michael considers the situation for a few moments more, then continues.
"Still operating under the assumption that it's an entity of some sort that's being held in that cup, the fact remains that, even if you can call upon its power without risk of corrupting yourself, the fact remains that you're still poking holes in its prison. Even if you can fill them back up, those are still weakspots, points where the being will focus all of its power into breaking out, if it has any degree of intelligence. And if it's bad enough that it had to be sealed, then I'm pretty sure it concerns a lot more people than me, which brings me to my final point."
Michael takes a moment to try to find the right words, before just giving up on subtlety altogether.
"Would some protection help? Even if you can call upon that thing's power to defend yourself, wouldn't it be better to have other defenses to depend on? I've no reason to betray you, if that's what you're worried about. Wouldn't be any fun to fight you, I'm not stupid enough to think I have any chance of destroying that thing, and I don't need its power. What I've got now has been enough for my purposes for Trinity knows how long, and I've no reason to believe that I could ever need something like that."
With his attempts to rise up foiled by a quick push, Adjutor was left unable to do anything but try to restrain himself from voicing just how good Ann's current ministrations felt. Despite that, it wasn't enough. The teen knew on an instinctual level that, there was more sensation than this to be felt. More than just the light stroking and the occasional lick and the knowledge was starting to replace the pleasure with frustration.
"Please," Adjutor manages to get out, barely managing to stifle a moan, "Please, just...more...of what you're doing right now...please..."