"Lucky us." Cessily replied with a little, amused shake of her head. Of course there are incubi too. "I doubt it's my look being intimidating. I mean, I can look more sharp and spiky if I need to... but it's probably that I don't look like much of a snack." She waved a gleaming silver hand flippantly so that it caught the light. "Not fleshy enough."
"Mmm, maybe a tiny bit." Cessily offered with a small, but warm smile. "It's hard, huh? That whole... wanting to push yourself to be more normal, to do normal things." She shook her head, trying to shake off the thoughts before a hint of bitterness crept into her voice. She didn't want to open herself up to that sort of thought either, to feeling out of place, well, more out of place.
"No pressure." either way, Jean could talk about her former life, or she could let it drop. Cessily was content either way with getting to know the person in front of her. "We are!" she said with a bit more enthusiasm. "I'm a little past the spin the bottle days but do you want to go see what sort of never have I ever shenanigans happens with demons involved?" a pause, a heartbeat. "We don't have to join."