Nope nope nope not good. God, Dahlia hates lying. She hates pretending. But her tryst with Daisy revealing her tiefling status is an indulgence she's already gotten the book thrown at her about. Hunting or not, the old man has been more than clear that she's to keep this information contained.

Aster's guile settles over her easily, much too easily, as she bristles with imagined offense that is so authentic that it reaches whatever aura of hers that Erin can see.

"I beg your pardon, but are you implying I'm masquerading as a human?"