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Samael recognized what the creature standing opposite him was doing. The downward tilting of the head, demure expression, and pure - almost innocent - tone were dead giveaways. She was trying to get him to lower his guard, get him to view her in a harmless light so whatever scheme she was weaving would be easier to slip into place. Well, she'd be sorely disappointed in the long run. For now, however, he'd play her game. Make it look as though he had bought her act hook, line, and sinker. It'd be easier to drag her down into the depths of perdition that way.

"That is a lovely name I must say," Samael remarked, allowing a hint of manufactured awe to creep into his voice and face. "Ah, but where are my manners?"

He motioned to a nearby table.

"Would you like to sit down?"