"It might surprise you, Feenie," She puts some emphasis on his old nickname. "But I do have a heart."

She's more than curious about this strange new confidence he's displaying. Maybe it wasn't confidence, just that he's gotten better at not wearing his emotions on his sleeve - never the less it was an interesting thing. She smiles as she holds her hand to his chest, waiting for a beat or two before she takes a step back.

"Though, I think you're more likely talking about the one in the box. I received it this morning." She waves her hand as she walks back to the low stone wall. "A gift from whom, I cannot say, but a gift all the same."

Dahlia turns to face him, her smile a little more wicked than before. "Tell me, Phoenix, what sort of sick games does Hell like to play?"

Because this was indeed a sick game - giving her the power of his forgiveness. Was his sin forgivable?

And if it was, what could she gain from it?