Reina/Stereotypes

: Oh the wicked games we play. And oh how tireless in them we are.

: Most unpleasant mutts, I've found. But then, what did I expect?

: How much do you really know, dears? Not as much as you think, I'd fathom.

: Sad, wretched things.

: Naive. Though in that naivete, they are endearing.

: Demons have no place in judging devils, and so I shan't.