“Honey, there’s no such thing as a good demon,” Meg said with a smirk. “Useful demon? Helpful Demon? Those I can pull off, but good?” She let out a long breath, as though seriously contemplating it, though her smile belied the image. “Think you’re asking for too much, kiddo.” She had to admit that she was relieved to hear he’d be okay on his own. She was in no mood to help someone out, even if the benefits for doing so would be fairly high. Besides, she couldn’t exactly go wandering about. She had no idea when or where she might run into something that wanted her head and she still hadn’t decided how to take care of the Half Angel that may or may not have been on her ass.
“Good to hear,” she said simply, leaning forward. She smiled at him them, a smile she’d worked centuries to perfect. A smile that said “we’re sharing a secret you and me, and isn’t it the greatest feeling ever?” She turned it on Quinn and extended her hand in a moderately formal gesture at odds with her otherwise relaxed demeanor. “I think this is where I leave you, then Jr,” she said in a serious, though still light tone. “A girl on the run can’t sit for too long if she expects to stay alive. It’s been a pleasure.”