Mary's attention turned suddenly sharper. Francis' nephew - could St David be his brother? She knew so many of the saints took on strange familial relationships with time and patronages, so it seemed possible. But Lucifer being after a pair of siblings that were related to a saint... it surely had to be the little Welsh kids.
She almost asked about it, but then remembered that she was keeping out of it publicly. Friar Tuck might not have been about to go tattle to anyone, but Mary didn't want any connections getting flagged. She didn't think the children would actually come to her, but she had promised it as an option.
"Yeah," she eventually said. "Lucifer is a vain, conceited little sadist. If he's not trying to make someone miserable then he's not awake. He does have a tendency to go overboard with his threats, you know? To the point where you're like-" She drank some more whiskey. "-'that just sounds needlessly pointless and you've managed to make it less scary now'"