[ a circle, or a parallelogram, or a lovely voice on the radio. the devil can be lots of things, apollo. so when he smiles at her, she still smiles back - even if it looks like she wants to explain things she doesn't have the words for yet. ]

I mean, not unless you want me to?? [ there's a teasing lilt to her voice - even if it's not quite on the parts you'd think. ] Hell sounds pretty cool to me. But I wouldn't want to take someone who wasn't into it.

[ a pause. she hesitates for a moment, unsure how much she wants to say, before finally addressing the issue at hand. ]

Besides, I don't... really know if I can do that? At least, not anymore. I'm not the last kid from the scouts to grow wings, you know.

[ and she smiles. even if she can't do much anymore, she's still inordinately fond of the memory. ]