"..." 

[i]I should kill her..[/i]

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

[i]No...[/i]

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

[i]Killing people for being stupid is a slippery slope...[/i]

"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?"