"You're fishing," she says, and it's less accusatory than it might've been. She's wrapped up in her own upset at the moment, but not so much she doesn't notice the color drain from his face and the nervous flicking of the lighter. Ever so gently, she reaches and gives the rabbit a little push in his direction.

"I saw everything she wanted me to, but she's gone. If you want me to tell you something you're going to have to ask." Clueless, maybe, but he's not the only person the demon went after and far from the easiest, and she's had more than a month now to try and forget it all.