“So I did do something naughty,” she said with a bit of a smirk, tapping the lid of the flask between them. “Guess I get credit for that even if it wasn’t intentional. Just can’t help being a bad girl apparently.” She laughed and leaned back on her elbows, still facing towards him, much more at ease than she had been before. As much practice as she had at being someone else, she still preferred the direct approach more often than not and it was a bit of a relief to talk plainly. What was more, he hadn’t immediately run for the hills at the sight of her true face, or the admission of what she was. Both were checks in the pro column. He was an odd one, that was clear, but she could work with odd. She was a survivalist and would take friends where they came.
“Death does kind of put a damper on a good time,” she said with a bit of an eye roll. “I died once, don’t recommend it, personally. Wasn’t much fun. Now the stuff the came after though? Once you get past the centuries of torture, there was plenty of fun to be had.” She sobered a bit, really considering what he’d said. If he’d arrived here dead then it was probably a very bad situation he’d left his little girlfriend in. She could understand why that would get to him. She’d been sent back to Hell at absolutely the worst time, herself, and she knew how leaving behind people who were depending on you could eat at the soul.