"I know it may not be true for my home." She smiles a little more. "I'd like to find out sometime, what kind of Lucifer lives in my world."

She looks around the room, mostly down low. The angels had all but taken Agatha as soon as she had arrived with her. "Agatha?"

There's a little high pitched yap and a pure white Pomeranian comes running across the tile floor so fast she is sliding. Peninnah opens her arms and the little pup jumps up on her lap. "This is Agatha. She was a gift from a friend in New York."

The little dog is already trying to climb into the angel's lap to sniff him.