[ He always forgets just how much energy he burns during spells, and besides gets most of his fuel from various liquids. So good luck with that, kid. At least he's nice enough to give Inanna a somewhat thoughtful answer. ]

Not even sure it's her, it's jus'... what she is. But if I know the Morningstar, pitying her is exactly what they'd want. Or don't want. I've an odd grey area to work with, really. Can't let 'em play me nor piss 'em off too much. Not an enviable job, mine.

[ At least there were some upsides to this one being the nice one: they were decent enough to open up to a bit. Even someone like John needed someone to confess his sins to sometimes, and Inanna would, literally, take whatever he told them to their grave. Not a bad arrangement. ]