He didn't let go of her hand as he gazed around the small garden. Even in the pouring rain, the flowers seemed to stand brightly. The lightning lit up the surroundings like a flickering candle. Then he looked up the pathway and to the shrine. The Goddess' statue was impressive, and he took a step closer to study it in more detail. It really did look quite a lot like the younger de Rochefort daughter and her mother. Azazeal nodded. "Danu."

She moved close enough to him that he could reach out and place his hands on her waist, but he didn't. Not yet. "I know. And we are indeed kin. It is very distant, of course, but we are connected all the same." Now, he did touch her, closing the remaining small distance between them, his arms wrapping around her to warm her wet, chilled body, but also for something else as well. "Not only are we kin, Joie-Lyn, but it was also for your people that I and my Grigori Fell. There has always been that connection between Angel, Demon, and Fae, between you and me. I knew love in the arms of the Sidhe, and I have never forgotten what they showed me then."

His face nuzzled in her wet hair. Now, the spell that kept him from getting wet extended to her, so that no more rain fell on them at all. he lifted her chin, gazing into her dark eyes. "What do I think? I think that you have built this shrine and that we should honour it. Honour sister, your ancestor." His kiss was soft, brief and yet enticing.