He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
"It's... I don't actually know what it's called. I'm kind of new to angeling it up. But it shows up naturally in Heaven, and it's pretty much the perfect thing to transmute from when I'm making things. It's also pretty easy to turn things into it. You can mess with it and study it if you like, but if you lose or destroy any amount I'll need to replace it if I want wings again."
'This' is a large empty mug with a company logo - Stark Industries - on the side. He zeroes in, grabs it, and holds it out to her. There is a tiny bit of dried-up coffee inside.
"Sure," she shrugs. She takes the mug, and then turns it into a modest amount of cloud-fluff. Upon close inspection, it seems to glow, very very faintly. "Here you are." Adana holds it out to Tony.
"Thanks." He takes the cloud-fluff. He pokes it curiously. It's still mug-shaped, but deforms easily when prodded. Squish!
Adana giggles a bit, too. "Some angels have taken up fluff-sculpting. If you're curious."
"That sounds amazing. Also, how sure are you that demons are evil, because so far all this one's done since he got here is be kind of adorable?"
She looks at Cam. "... Sorry. If you are actually nice. If you're like the demon I met, kindly go fuck yourself."
Cam's not actually bound, so when he doesn't remember off the top of his head whether a particular gesture is permitted by a gag order and he's trying to pretend to have one he has to guess.
Well, it doesn't sound like she would be terribly likely to know either.
He places his hand over his heart, face wounded.
"Like I said. Sorry."
"...how does the whole binding thing work, exactly?" he inquires, idly squashing his fluff-mug into a ball.
She sighs. "If I were a summoner I could just check to see if he's bound and what the conditions are, but I'm not. If I could see the circle itself, I'd be able to tell then, but I don't know where it is or if it's even here anymore. If it was like mine then it's probably gone now."
"Okay, but let's hypothetically say this circle was a, like... random arrangement of words and geometric shapes," he says. "I'm thinking the odds of accidentally including a binding are even lower than the odds of accidentally summoning something in the first place."
"Well, yeah. That's why I'm a little skeptical that it was an accident. Is there someone who would - I don't know, figure out how to summon daeva and then summon some daeva in your basement for various reasons?"
He pauses to reflect on that statement.
"Okay, there's someone, but he doesn't fuck with me like that. And he's in New York right now."
Pause. She frowns. "But that doesn't make sense, either, I don't even know if that would work. As far as I know it's got to be a person that makes the circle."
"The two things are not necessarily mutually exclusive," says a dry voice out of thin air. "And Tony has correctly identified the source of the circles as semirandom arrangements of standard visual elements. I would show you, but I don't think the situation would be improved by adding two more daeva to the mix."
"Uh - you can display them on a wall, vertically? They need to be horizontal to actually summon anything, on the floor or even a table or something. So I can inspect the circles."