He smiled. If he asked, she'd go on and on about the Valzanal, and about all the crazy things Caera had found in Hell. She really had a passion for it, and it was so damn weird to see that in a demon. Jes just wanted to get revenge, and enjoy life, eating fighting and fucking. Dao seemed perfectly happy to stick with Jes in that endeavor. Caera was different. She had a curiosity about stuff, passion. It was very human.

Or rather, she'd had a passion.

"Caera, can I..." How would Mia word this? "What happened? I mean, with Kia and Marquez." Not like that. She would not have...