Emily blushed, a bemused smile on her face as she watched the exchange, however brief, between Kratos and Raphael.  Her stomach growled a bit at the mention of food and she tipped her head slightly, "Wait, demons have cookbooks?" A strange look, perhaps a cross between curiosity and you-know-what-I-really-don't-want-to-know crossed her features before she shrugged. Breakfast had been okay, and the liquid to change her into a familiar hadn't been to strange, the new garlic allergy aside. A tiny squeak escaped the blond as a ball of fire headed straight for Kratos, then Rylie. Her eyes widened at the newcomer and her boyfriends nonchalant greeting to him.<br/><br/>"This is gonna be a thing, isn't it?" she deadpanned, "Can't we invite him to lunch and talk it all over afterwards?... Wait, what does Death even eat? DOES he eat?" She scratched her head and sighed, deciding that the answer was probably something weird and she'd regret asking anything at all.<br/><br/>Rylie, meanwhile, was trying her best to hear the muffled conversation through the cocoon of Kratos' wings.<br/><br/>"Hey. It's uh... Kinda dark in here," She called out, knocking on the leathery surface.<br/><br/>Apparently there was some sort of inheritance that needed to be dealt with. Apparently Death had dropped by to take care of the proceedings personally. Apparently Emily was still whining about food, and<span style="font-style: italic">apparently</span>demon's wings made really good sounds shades and noise barriers. The things you learn.