"Believe me," mutters Asmodia. "It's a consolation."

She ought to curse him or something -- he'd deserve it. Except he totally wouldn't, is the frustrating thing; he's an asshole but anything she could do to him would be ludicrously disproportionate, even in a dream. "Yeah, well, you're welcome for the rescue," she huffs, turning to go. "See you never."