The husky whisper of the voice sounded bemused. Maybe... With Raven and her odd, flat way of intoning things it could be difficult to tell. "That depends on what type of iniquity one deems the worse. I try to stay away from the realms closer to Daimon's father." Too much torment radiated from them.
She held the scrolls a little protectively. "No thank you." Patsy was genuinely helpful, but really, she did not need to handle magical scrolls. At all. She looked around the office at her statement that Daimon was still gone. The concern from Patsy echoed with her. "...Hopefully he is faring well."
She then examined the tangled lights, trying to determine their use. "I have a book that you could see the different documented types of demons and devils by some sorcerors from Earth. It is even translated into English. Unfortunately I gave my books to Batman before I left for home. I would have to retrieve it from where he has stored them." Which was going to be easier said than done.
Again, she looked at the lights. "Why are people putting up lights like these?" And why were these ones red? And what was it that Dick had told her before so many years ago about why some places had red lights? She tried to dig up the memory. It had been important for crime fighting, somehow...