"Yes, General" Azurael said. 

She had been quite interested in what Grim was saying. From what he said and how he came across to her was that hi 'creepiness' was merely apart of his job. She also figured that he seemed to care quite a lot about his job, and his charges - the souls of the dead.

Azurael got up and paused as she walked by the Angel. "Should you ever wish for another chat to break up your boredom, or just because you feel like one, I will be here for you." Azurael said sincerely. She meant the offer.

Azurael continued on her way to the infirmary. She went over to the young three winged demon and announced "General T'vor sent me. Airsickness."