He could also tolerate this song, though not for the same reasons as Raziel. It was fairly general, or at least he chose to interpret it as such. "It would take heaven's own magician to change every inch of you," he replied, sitting back.
However, the next song, he knew from the notes, dealt with Marguerite. It was hard to separate the real woman, the passionate, delicate lady he'd known, from that devil's bitch. He said nothing, figuring the fallen angel knew damned well what was going through his mind. Never mind him, that woman had done the real Marguerite a great disservice, wherever she was.