Adam hadn't expected her to start a shower, but it made sense, he supposed. A hot shower was going to warm her up faster than most anything. And the coffee would finish the job from the inside, if she needed it.

Meanwhile, it would give him the space and time to go over everything that's happened in the last half hour. And there was a lot to go over. The mission itself went well. That, he couldn't improve by much. He should have double checked personnel though - he hadn't expected this guy to have a maid.

The hunter kicks himself mentally. What a stupid mistake. He knew the age and history of the house, and its general layout. He knew the type of demon he was taking on. And he even knew their schedule- where and why anyone ever left the house. But next time...he would need to remember to look into everyone that had joined the cult.

He sighs as he takes his cup of coffee while it was still brewing, setting the pot back into place to continue being filled. There's no flavored coffee this time. No bourbon vanilla, no italian sweet creme. No, for a day this full of bullshit, he was going to just make a pot of regular medium roast...and a splash of whiskey.

The thought, along with the simple movements of daily routine, eased his tense shoulders, and allowed his mind to drift. Just for a little while.

Just until Lucy leaves the bathroom again.

The hunter hardly looks up as she stops by to make her request, grabbing a cup and starting to pour, "...How do you like you like your coffee?" he asks with a bit of a flat tone. The tension starts to return to him though. He can't be too lax around her. Good thing he has no intention of sleeping in the same room.

"Just add a sugar. I like it simple and strong," Lucy spoke, standing behind the hunter. She allows her eyes to drift over the room. Plain. Simple. All one would need when in a pickle.

She takes her cup, thanking him before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. The black coffee fills her nose as she brings it to her lips. She sips slowly, savoring the taste of a much needed coffee, just taking a moment to exist.

Letting out a sigh, she lowers the cup, "Come on, then. Do your detective interrogation. I'm surprised you've held out this long."

With hardly any room to think, and movements made smooth long ago out of practice, his hand snakes over to a small container and flicks a sugar cube into the cu. The mug gets two stirs and then handed over to her.

He's just about to reach for his own mug again when she calls him out, entices him to slake his need to know. A deep breath and a slow exhale, his hand withdraws from the mug as he turns to fully face her this time. He had wanted his cup of coffee...but... his eyes blaze as if she stoked a fire, and he seemed to immediately lose. All of the questions ran through his mind, but there's only one that is immediately relevant. It demands to be asked.

"What the hell was that? Why the fuck do you have the name..." He grits his teeth, he can not. Invoking a demons name has consequences. Lilith is an exception, she is sealed away. But the devil...Sammael...Satan...The commander of all that is evil...

He still runs free. Mostly.

Adam's eyes see nothing but this girl now. He knows the room like the back of his hand. It is, perhaps the best place for him to be in sudden conflict. He cant help but go over everything he knows about her, once again not feeling any signs of her being or being possessed by a demon. A few scenarios go through his mind. As well as the fact he had made an agreement with her, his instincts also bring to mind several ways that he could end this quickly.

"...Who chose your middle name?" he tries asking a different way, at least completing a question before anything else can be done.

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.

What the hell was that?
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."

"..."

I should kill her..

The thought comes sudden and intrusive, but he doesn't move.

No...

He runs his hand through his hair, some sort of movement to ease his stress and tension.

Killing people for being stupid is a slippery slope...

"Tch" he huffs, clearly irritated, "...you were never normal. What else? Is your friend a djinn? What idiocy. A demonologist, naming her kid after the lord of hell... If you're going to run an experiment, why not use a lesser demon?"

With another huff, he pulls out a notepad and pen, demanding in a casual but gruff tone, "..who's your mom?"