"I like to think I'm a cut above most in that department," she quips, looking back out at the bonfire again. Especially for how Hazel presents herself, she's much more perceptive than she lets on--but not to the extent where she catches his subtle change in demeanor. So far, she's getting the "kind of stuffy but overall chill" vibe that seems to be a somewhat Luciferian trademark. Definitely not the same as this realm's, but similar.

"You think so? Could make sense, though I have to wonder what the point of it all really is," she admits. It's something that's been on her mind more and more lately. Maybe because God actually showed himself, if only briefly, and she hadn't had much to say to him. "You'd probably have a better instinct for that kind of thing than I would. Actually, can I run something by you?"