Azazel glances with a bored look at the nun at the wall. He had crucified her, but it seems something else had decided to come play from the looks of her swollen stomach.  His attention is drawn away from the nun as he feels the girl begin to grind against his hand. He chuckles. How lust filled this mortals are.  " what do you want girl?" He asks her.  He wants her to beg.