His subtle refusal to answer her directly brought Meg up short. Whereas before he had been relatively forthcoming with information, his sudden secretiveness was a touch ominous, in her opinion. What could he be hiding? Or was it just that he had realized she was sifting through his information for useful bits and had decided to clam up? Still, he said he was quite certain she knew his mother, so what did that mean? It must have been someone she’d either worked with in the past or who was well known enough among demon kind that her name would be common knowledge. Meg tried to think of the demons she’d worked closely with, that had also identified as female, though she supposed it wasn’t strictly necessary. She could just as easily possess a man as a woman, though she considered herself to be female, so the reverse was obviously true. That could mean any number of demons, in the end, though she couldn’t think of a single one off the top of her head that would ever dally with an angel.
“You don’t wanna tell me who she is?” Meg asked, a faux pout on her lips as she stepped even closer. “That’s fine. We don’t have to let mommy dearest know about this little chat.” She was laying on the flirtation pretty thick, though she had no intention of going through with it. Still, she’d learned through centuries of practice that the easiest way to get information out of a man was to make him think he had a chance with her.