Maybe? Haha. I kind of like what it's a vessel for now.

[ or at least, the form it's taken. she listens patiently to him, her many eyes rotating away from him once she notices his unease. sorry, jacopo - she's hung around jupiter long enough to have a vague idea of what forearm touching might mean. ]

Huh. [ she only says it once he's finished, and even then she waits a few seconds. she honestly wants to consider his words, to give them the thought they deserve; it looks like her grumpy savior has an oddly reflective nature to him. ] Why do you think the first devil turned away from God, then? What makes her different?

[ it's asked almost idly, not as a gotcha. venus knows what she thinks, of course. but she wants to hear his thoughts right now. ]