"Well, being part of a war effort for ten or fifteen years pior to training didn't hurt either." That prompted a long swig of her drink, and she shook her head. "Thanks. Sorry." She hadn't meant to think of her past; normally she just blocked it out, didn't even acknowledge it.
She smiled at him not calling her a demon. "When you say it that way, it's a high compliment." She moved her chair closer so that he could wrap his arm around her if he wanted. "It's very, very hard to get me drunk anyway. You couldn't afford it."