"Daniel read that book, you know. Terribly droll." She rolls her eyes right back.

And then anger flares up, and her sweet honey voice catches a scratch and hiss. Joan's face is made for frowns and scowls, and the look of rage in the demon's eyes suits her well. There's no strange dissonance, just an angry creature wearing an angry glove. "I don't fear some dead apocryphal whore. I am cursed to bleed because my cruel Father wills it. He holds a grudge and sets us upon each other like wild beasts, and now you prey upon me."