Almost immediately after her advance, she felt the steel barrel of the gun press against her midsection through the fabric of her olive green tank top. Lilith supposed it was her fault for underestimating how quickly he'd be able to draw it under attack, and admittedly, she was impressed by his sharp reaction. Any other normal being would have been regretting the amush right about now; but Lilith was no normal being, and instead of inciting fear within her, it only stirred her excitement even more. With the rest of the world in predictable shambles, it was hard to find anything surprising these days - an idea that depressed Lilith as much as their eternal banishment did. Perhaps this angel was going to be more fun to play with than originally thought.

Her sudden enthusiasm, wildly disproportionate to the situation, broke the impish grin into an open-mouthed smile. With the stolen blade still taut against the base of his throat, she let her head fall slightly to her left shoulder, almost seeming flattered that he had taken the time to come to this standoff with her. "A merciless killer [b]and[/b] a gentleman?" she gasped, "My, my... Maybe I should have given you Lord-lovers a second look a long time ago. Where have you been hiding, hm?"

Then her gaze became intent on Gabriel's face, while still bearing the air of mischief. She would search for some flicker of recognition at her next words. Regardless of whether it came or not, she kept watching him as she continued, curious as to what his reaction might be. "I suppose you can say I played for the other team in the big, bad battle. Or the big inconvenience, in my opinion." She chuckled at her own joke, and tacked on an afterthought, in case she wasn't clear enough. "Lilith: ex-demon, at your service."