"You don't seem like royalty," she said rather harshly, twitching at the insult of Lucifer. Perhaps he [i]was[/i] insane enough to impersonate royalty. Sure, she had seen some humans do it before, but those humans were more than welcomed down in the dark, fiery pits of Hell. This boy had the scent of demon on him, so it had to be true.

Or so she had to accept the belief at the very least.

"I'm a weaker Hellhound. Born from lesser spirits," she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. Tch, how pathetic. "I don't believe it's possible to make me stronger or even worth your time, sire. And I do not know, these mortals do seem to enjoy .. strange social gatherings at the very least."