Satan tilted her head and loosened a finger experimentally. No warning twinge, no feeling of a great Divine NO stopping her in her tracks. Presumably because Azrael was entirely capable of catching Svetlana if Satan dropped her now.
Sighing like Azrael was asking for a huge favor, Satan turned on her heel and dropped Svetlana onto the rough concrete surface of the rooftop. "Just for you, brother. Since I'm so kind."