Watching the hunter withdraw his hand from his own cup, Lucy takes another sip of hers. Her eyes look up at him, curious. She reminds herself to not display too much of her own curiosity, this expert might just see her as a danger if she does. What normal person would not be outright terrified in this position? Having just been "rescued" from a demon house. But she's never been normal. When she saw him standing over the demon's corpse the first time, she had felt a tang of frustration. He was a wrench in her plans. But now? She might just enjoy this.

[i]What the [/i]hell[i] was that?[/i] 
She almost chuckled, hiding a stupid smirk behind her cup. She could really be a child, sometimes, she thinks to herself, but she's learned to enjoy the small things. 

Watching his mind run a marathon in a matter of seconds, Adam finally asks his pressing question.

"Sammael?" Lucy made her voice sound as innocent as she could muster. Lowering her hands to her lap, her eyes follow the cup down before shooting up to look at his again.

"My mother was a demonologist. Worked at the research institution. NPO section. She thought my name might bring her luck in her work. And to prove demons do not rule over us. So, she chose my middle name as Sammael to take back control."