Iman levels a stare, somewhere between unimpressed and unnerved, at the dragon. Its voice is pretty damn terrifying, somewhat offset by its rude Wildean wit.

"Takes after you, I see," she says to Lucifer. "Well. I guess it would have to, wouldn't it?"

"Categorically," says Aqil. "That's the whole nature of its existence."

"Are you all such insufferable shits?" she demands of the sassy corvid. She knows that just as she covers discomfort with biting humor, her crow is doing the same, and that's only leading them to bicker more, but it's better than engaging too closely with Satan and his smartass dragon soul.