They've been so much better to her than she deserves, she thinks, and so she's managing to hold herself together at the moment. "Sugar, please," she answers, her voice soft and very young. How does she even begin here? Spending the night with Charlie's warmth and reassurance all around her has centered her enough to believe that Marcus is hardly going to drop her back at the Home.

Still, she waits until Marcus has passed the sugar over and she's added it to taste, a fairly ridiculous amount that she knows means she'll have to eat or suffer a bit of a crash. Then again, this is already a pretty big crash.

"Lucky you," she says finally, without bitterness, just resignation. "You've managed to end up housing the daughter of Lucifer. I-- I can't even be entirely sure I'm half witch. I don't know if there's any of Edward Spellman in me. What does that make me, then? Is the Lucifer from my world technically a demon? Or still a fallen angel?"