She arched one eyebrow. "And you can't possibly know what did or didn't go down, so this is basically...conjecture, right?" she asked, as though talking to a very simple person. She laid one hand over her open mouth, like she was covering a yawn. "God, you're boring. See, unlike you, Patrick has a capacity to forgive. I think that's part of the whole Saint thing. As for you, I have absolutely no doubt you'll brood like an emo teenager once you're back down in Hell."