Interesting. Dantalion paused to take that in, shifting automatically to return the embrace. He was intrigued by what lay beyond the door - was it the woman's past? Her gift? Some other secret? - but she had granted him even more questions with her strange statement.
"And what shall I call you, my dear?" There was no demon here that he could tell; they would have surely revealed themselves to him by now if there had been. Perhaps the woman was simply mad. It wouldn't be the first time madness had been mistaken for a demon's possession. He ran a hand over her hair more like a father than a lover, with solicitous comfort. "What name shall I sing in praise of you?"