Hazel eyed the creature suspiciously. She knew there was something strange about Harley, but she certainly hadn't expected he'd be under the influence of a demon, and certainly not one as powerful as Lilith. Hazel grimaced. This wasn't her first experience with demons: She'd explored many facets of magic during her time locked away, and demonology was at one time a topic of cursory interest to her. But that soon ended, any smart mage knew that the dangers of communing with demons far outweighed the benefits. They were dangerous and manipulative creatures that Hazel wanted no part of. For all she knew Harley could very well be under the complete control of the demoness.

Hazel crossed her arms, laying them across her chest, and huffed. She despaired in thinking that Harley could be so foolish. She turned away from the boy, and the demon. She would tolerate the creature's presence, but not condone it. She did not fear talking back to the demon. "Harley, you should know that a creature like this is no good. Demon's only ally themselves with Humans for one reason: Self interest. They're interested in manipulating you, not being your friend."