She was dancing - a waltz, to be exact - with a demon. When had she begun to stoop so low? Still, Camael couldn't deny how smoothly they were moving, as if they'd done this dance all their life. Well, angels and demons have been doing a dance from before the start of time, but never a dance like this. Never in the midst of humans, their peaceful meadow amidst the forbidden forest. Their dance had always been against the other, not with each other. Now, she moved her feet in time with his, moving where he moved. And they were good. The awed looks of their audience was testament to that.

The song was slowing, coming to an end, and Camael breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as she could, she separated herself from the demon and made a small bow. Re-establish the rules, that was what she needed to do. "Thank you for the dance. Now if you'll excuse me." She straightened herself and turned her back on Abaddon.