You come looking for trouble. [She had named herself his adversary, hadn't she? She has only been given leave to be used to identify demons, not purge them. And yet...she had pledged to rebuke him in the most complete of ways.

The why of it is still unclouding for her, but the sunburnt energy that blasts against her like heat from an opened door is so familiar. They will never extract themselves from this.]

Are you talking about the man who asks if dogs should wear pants? [Her tone is flat. In the mental space they share, Caren's head tilts, the side of her neck exposed to the wretched monster of his mask.] Or is it the ambassadors you somehow think I should involve myself with?

[At least one of these things is his doing, he knows she knows he knows.]

Indulge me. Why am I here?