The demon smiles and leans back demurely, legs crossed and hands laying on her knee. "You feel as if your mind bends, like I am corrupting you, yes? Surely you know this is not so. No influence of mine can truely change your beliefs. I can cover them up by force, or erase your memory of them, but I cannot change them for you. I can only point out the flaws of logic, fill in the information gaps and previous misconceptions." Looking out at the setting sun, she watches as a bird flies in the orange and indigo sky. "Yes, your God exists. I have met him. I do not find him to a very nice man. He breeds a flock of zealous followers, and promotes a culture of 'think less, praise more'." Turning back to face the bewildered man sharing her cabin. "Have you any other questions of the carnival, or would you rather clear your mind of your hormones first? If you abhor my touch, then I'm comfortable watching..."