"They tell me I take after only the best parts of my father." She grins, giggling and she glances at Lucifer. She expects he's the one who has described her that way.

Of all the angels, this is the one that would be described as sweet, motherly, and in some ways child-like. She has an air about her that is joyful and protective. "I'd love to see them."

Not shy at all, she holds out an elbow to Alex, imagining they are off to the piles of fabric that he has brought along.