The comfortable response that Helios offers her does much to soothe the raging edge of fury that always burns in the wake of Asmodeus’ appearance. The smile that lifts the corners of her lips is genuine as she tilts her dished muzzle towards him. ”That is good to hear...” she murmurs, a playful warmth glimmering behind her voidless black eyes. ”You are quite the tease dear Helios….” she purrs, affection coloring the usual venom in her tone. Perhaps it was the autumn season or maybe the general comfort she felt whenever the chestnut stallion was near. Whatever the real reason, she cannot help but to lean towards him to bump her muzzle playfully against his sleek copper shoulder. ”Is it just the Desert or the season that has brought about this change in you?” she coos, a playful edge to the tenor of her voice.