Meg appreciated him for various reasons, likely the warm fuzzies in her chest. But it was also weird and she kind of wanted to vomit.
"Everyone is a 'little evil', sweets. The last thing I told Castiel before I died was that, in a way, I'm kinda good now and he was kinda bad. You don't wreck the heavens and get away with it." Meg laughed and moved to have a seat on the sofa, motioning for Aruraliel to get comfortable.
"It's cooler to be bad, anyway. Being good is so boring. I tried, once." She stuck out her tongue.