She didn't mind the cold either. It was nicer than hell, really. She had missed the snow every time she'd been sent back down there. She smiled a little then looked up at him.
"Fallen Angel, though, they call us Demons these days, even if I was originally an Angel. Specifically, I'm an Angel of Death." she didn't step towards the fountain, where the reflection of the water would show her full face, but she smiled at him, she was used to any reaction he could have.