Some of Daimon's friends were just - a little off. Like the kind of goth girl Raven, whom Patsy was sure was very nice once you got to know her better. She just had an unnerving way of saying things sometimes. Things like one of the eighth circle devils. Well actually it wasn't so much the way she said it, but what she said.
"I don't think I'd like that either." Patsy confessed from her seat on the floor, watching as Raven just seemed to walk out of the shadows. She got to her feet and kept talking; "I mean I try not to judge people based on names or titles, but eight circle devils just sounds - not good. Is it the higher the number the worse the devil? Like a five star hotel, but it's like a fifth circle demon?"
Pausing for breath she looked over at Raven. "Did you want me to take some of those scrolls? I can clear some room for you." She glanced over her shoulder a bit of a frown on her face. "He's not back yet."