Sabrina doesn't quite tackle Jules to the couch, but it's a near thing. She has to hike her skirt up to crawl into the other girl's lap, unable to keep from looking anything other than immensely pleased with herself.

Even when the Church of Night is the topic at hand.

"It was," she agrees, "as a member of a witch bloodline, I was meant to sign the Dark Lord's book when I turned sixteen. Sign my name and myself over to do his bidding for more power of my own." The smile dims a little. "I thought I could do it, but when the time arrived, I just couldn't sign my name away. It caused a lot of problems that my family didn't deserve, but even a couple months later, everything had," and she lets out an irritated giggle, "really gone to Hell, and it didn't matter anymore."