Delilah stepped out of the car, and started to follow Luther. He seemed to know where he was going, but she felt herself being dragged along as well. It was most likely her demon, she knew, but she wished it wasn't. "So Luther, are you ever going to be friendly?" She asked, picking up her pace so she could walk next to him. "Is it because of your demon? Because I completely understand." She looked over their surroundings and sighed, not hoping for a conversation. That would be too nice.