Briony barely noticed that a section of the conversation had sort of been done away with out of the other demon's boredom. Mostly because it was fine; she was finished with it. The idea of these damnation carnations was great though. "I'd give'em to Mommy, my teachers, old people... put them aaaall over the house -- oh, and there should be red ones for Valentine's Day. Wouldn't that be funny? There'd be girlfriends, and wives and stuff everywhere with no faces." The mental imagery alone of a person with their face all bitten off was enough to cause giggles to bubble up. Obviously all the dead people's souls'd go straight to Hell because the flowers were cursed or something and that just made it even better. One day Briony really wanted to go to Hell herself. It sounded like fun. "No." She tilted her head right back to look up at Persephone, puzzlement written right across her face. She didn't understand why Fear had to be afraid of something. "I can act scared real good!" This was something she was very proud of. "I cry and everything. But I don't get scared." She paused. "You get scared, even if it's hard to get that way. I know 'cause you've got the prickles on your skin. The ones I made. I never get those unless I touch someone else, but that's their prickles I feel. Not mine." Again she paused, this time thinking harder. "Curiosity really bugs me. That count?" Stupid Virtue.
The little demon cracked a grin, her pride swelling just a bit. That question made her stop and think. It wasn't a question anybody ever asked her. She usually used up all of whatever she had stored and then got angry at someone else when she suddenly realised she couldn't play anymore because she'd gone and run out of spark. "Ummm." Her lips pressed together and she stared at the demon she'd shocked while she felt around inside her head for an answer. "Got enough spark left to kill a human," she said slowly. Then she realised that if you zapped them properly, that wasn't that much at all. "At least. -- More if I can find a new source. Drained Daddy's car battery this morning." He was going to be mad at her. Or what he called mad. "I don't pay attention either. I just know the voice. -- Hey, are you black magic or blood magic?" She was looking at the bloodstain on Persephone's shoe and wishing she could use both. Just because otherwise that might've been useful. And, well, no. Maybe she wouldn't get a Eurynome for a pet. "In my house I'm scarier than these things anyway," she said with a shrug, somewhat resigned to the fact. "Oh, oh, oh -- a Kobal! That'd be fun to team up with. Terrify them while everyone laughs!" Her little hands clapped excitedly for a moment, then she realised that actually she just wanted to play with all the legionaries. "Freaks the priests out," she chirped, beaming. "Yes!" Always. Briony always wanted to see something another demon classed as cool. Like... Persephone's wings. "Whoa." Her eyes went big and wide. It wasn't often she got to see other people's wings anyway, but those were cool. And she had to laugh along with the idea of them being the last thing a human saw when they were told they were damned. "Are they as hot as they look?" She didn't really want to touch them just in--yeah, yeah, she wanted to touch them to scare Persephone more, but she didn't want to burn her hand. Even though she could heal herself.
"Uh huh. 'Cause angelics make me feel all wriggly like I've got to grab their faces 'til they freak out so hard they die and angels... give me that feeling just from being around." She stared across the way somewhat pensively. "They make me want to really annoy them too." Briony had problems shutting up around angels sometimes. So far she had apparently been lucky. None of them wanted to kill a kid. Idiots. "Terrify?" Her nose wrinkled, then she shrugged. "I can try."