Satan had wondered if the girl's innocence was some kind of act, put on either for Azrael or the world at large. But no, up close it was clear that she really was nervous and naive.
Curiouser and curiouser. Where had Azrael found this one?
"Hello!" she said, standing up to enfold Svetlana in a hug. She could do friendly hugs rather than threatening ones; it just wasn't a skill she practiced often. "I'm Ariel."
That twit hadn't shown up for ages, so Satan felt comfortable enough stealing her identity for an afternoon.