For his part, Azazeal watched her reflection as she brushed her long, dark hair, although at times his gaze did meander from her face and hair to parts lower, privately admiring the curves that her body was growing into, like the roundness of her breasts that were hinted at beneath her gown. His eyes did raise to meet hers again.

"I'm touched to be regarded so highly." There was no trace of subtle sarcasm, and the demon, as he had always been with Jocelyn, was sincere. "But there's no need to worry, Joie-lyn, I will still be around. It's been a long time since I've visited the Fortunate Island, and with you there, I shall have a perfect reason to see it once again. I would hate to be forgotten by you," he said as if almost reading her thoughts. Although he knew she did not know his true nature, and he had never confirmed or denied anything, she knew that he was no mortal or fully human being at the least, and he would let her form her own conclusions.