"Both. Solomonic magic; he's a President of Hell, though I'm nae entirely certain he's a fallen angel. I don't know enough. I'm not a very devout Catholic, though that was the faith I was raised in." And Rosh isn't terribly happy that she doesn't know. That, at least, is clear. But she's got the feeling that those who taught her left those gaps on purpose. Question was, why?

But that was the easiest question. Rosh couldn't help but frown. Sure, Loki seemed like he wanted to help her. Like everything was on the up-and-up. But he was a trickster. Could never forget that. Respect them, indeed, but always take care. Like dealing with the Sidhe of her homeland. Expect them to pixie out of a deal, because if they could, they would.

"Why d'ye want tae know, though? Everyone wants somethin'. Even if ye are wantin' tae help me, fer naught but curiosity's sake...what's in it fer you? Besides the obvious, that I'd owe ye a great deal."