You'd have to ask her. We didn't go too far into it. Other world, I'm afraid. Ass guards or something similar.

[If Jean-Claude wanted the Devil to talk, that was a rather brilliant topic to get him to wax poetic on. If he was paying attention, he might even notice the slight glaze to his eyes and the somewhat smitten look that crossed his face before he sighed.]

Oh, she's certainly that. Of course, I was furious when I found out Dad had stuck His fingers in the pie, sending Amenadiel down and all, but she had no idea. Neither did her mum. She's... amazing. Stunning, really. Determined, dogged, brilliant, gorgeous. She's one of a kind. I wasn't expecting to see her here, but I'm not going to argue my good fortune.