Yeah. I kind of thought that'd be a stretch. [ she shrugs helplessly, a mimicry in her actions she's not even fully aware of. looks like jupiter's rubbing off on her. ] And. Not really?? I mean, most priests don't ask where the beer is right away. That's definitely a not-priestly move, you know?

[ a part of it's to buy time, but only a part. this is just... sort of how she talks, a nervous collection of rambles stacked up on top of each other until she forgets where she was. but she hasn't forgotten the situation she's in, and neither has he, and she's out of time.

so she laughs, and scratches the back of her head, and decides to toss alucard's advice out the window. fuck it. it's not like lying has done any better here?? ]

Would you believe me if I said I was the devil, then?