[Oh, goddamn, those are some sharp, mean-looking teeth in his head. They look like they could tear into her with ease, and that thought alone makes her pale, makes her throat feel dry, makes her clench all four of her wings up.

Dee stares at him, perturbed, her pastel blue eyes wide with apprehension because he just said that cannibals are hot and why would anyone think cannibals are hot?!]

I'm having fun here! [Dee says a little too defensively. It also sounds like she doesn't believe her own words.]

And I refuse to go down there if that's what you're suggesting because your hot cannibal friends? Are going to see a pretty blonde angel like myself and they're going to want to eat me. That's assuming the other demons don't try murdering me first! I'll be a prime target down there!