[ comically, the sheep imps and her are both wearing the same what the fuck expression when he makes himself know but, unlike them, hers is gone by the time he steps between her and them. how downright chivalrous of the devil from the bible to come to her aid.. when she didn’t need it at all.

peering around him with an eyebrow raised as the imps scatter, she sighs and folds her arms. perturbed doesn’t even big to sum up the look on her face. ]

I don’t look divine, I look like I just got thrown out of a twelve year old’s Disney-themed birthday party.

[ she groans when, while patting at her dress for pockets, she finds she is missing her flask. what a bummer, at least taking a drink out of it would make this situation marginally tolerable. this is the part where she should thank him, right? must have slipped her mind because she does not. ]

Boss man? Did they kick you out upstairs or are you just getting even? I wouldn’t blame you, I chewed them out up there. Stupid clerical bullshit.

I had it handled, by the way. You think I haven’t dealt with grabby hands before? Anyway, if you’re looking to get repaid, it’s gonna have to wait until I get out of this stupid dress.

Unless you want to help me with that. [ she could be joking, but she wouldn’t be a succubus if she didn’t direct a coy look at him. ]