[ There's a small smile as the glasses clink against one another, one that she quickly hides in her glass as she takes a sip that might have been larger than entirely necessary. She hadn't been lying about needing a drink, clearly. ]

Ironically, the only one of us who can honestly claim to have ever been an angel is me. [ She finds the humor in it all now that she's no longer glowing. ] I'd say you're a terrible liar, but I know better than that.