"Knowledge is power," She muttered, starting to tap her toes and fingers at the thought of it. "And you know things now," She hadn't cared to try and feel if that mark gave Michael any iota of Azathoth's power, for worry of drawing him to- or into- Michael, with her attention. But she figured as much, if he had been claimed; he was being turned into a pawn, and she didn't like it.
Frowning, she stood, starting to sway and pace, an odd, thoughtless sort of dance.