[The change is minute and fleeting, a narrowing of the eyes and incline of eyebrows. A slow breath out. It makes him, for a moment, familiar.

Only a moment. Her eyes crease at the edges as one corner of her mouth upturns. The hasty assurance isn't fully believed or disbelieved, but it's funny. Gaze trailing his, she settles in to stare at the ceiling.]

There's a devil, if that's any help. I could believe some...disconnected people dreaming up the same archetype, but not down to the name.

Just twenty so far, though. There's probably surprises.