Darcy was very carefully honing the art of not shouting "Holy shit" when she was blown away yet again by her circumstance, but some instances proved to be more difficult than others. Grace wasn't something she had been naturally gifted with, but then she also didn't want to be known as the annoying, too-excitable girl, so she was working on tamping back her more natural inclination toward exclamation. But again, it was difficult.
Therefore when she tamped her reaction back to a wide raising of her eyebrows at Crowley's delivery of his species, it was a monumental feat of will. She cleared her throat, then took a long drink as she turned that over. She'd never been an expressly religious person, so she had not given much thought to there being demons. Knowing that 'Gods' existed like Thor and Loki was easier for her to swallow in that, as explained through Science, Thor and his brother almost fit the technical definition for an alien as opposed to some sort of deity. She wasn't sure where or how the specifics worked, but neither Thor nor his brother had made her think for an instant that Satan was real, while this person spoke of him casually.
"A devil," she said, finally. "Huh." She wondered then if she should be exercising some sort of caution while speaking to him - devils were notoriously tricky, all the songs she could remember about them said so - but his approach had been casual enough for her to think he hadn't appeared with the sole intention of eating her soul for breakfast. "What kind of devil?" Then, after a beat, "Crowley. There's a song about you, I think."
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Therefore when she tamped her reaction back to a wide raising of her eyebrows at Crowley's delivery of his species, it was a monumental feat of will. She cleared her throat, then took a long drink as she turned that over. She'd never been an expressly religious person, so she had not given much thought to there being demons. Knowing that 'Gods' existed like Thor and Loki was easier for her to swallow in that, as explained through Science, Thor and his brother almost fit the technical definition for an alien as opposed to some sort of deity. She wasn't sure where or how the specifics worked, but neither Thor nor his brother had made her think for an instant that Satan was real, while this person spoke of him casually.
"A devil," she said, finally. "Huh." She wondered then if she should be exercising some sort of caution while speaking to him - devils were notoriously tricky, all the songs she could remember about them said so - but his approach had been casual enough for her to think he hadn't appeared with the sole intention of eating her soul for breakfast. "What kind of devil?" Then, after a beat, "Crowley. There's a song about you, I think."