Different worlds! That's such an exciting concept that he almost loses the trail of the conversation altogether. Different worlds, but another Eden? Oh, he'd always known She was mysterious. Why wouldn't She have more than one playing table? Is there another him running around out there, too? If so, he hopes he's having a better time of things, poor chap.

He straightens a little in a vain attempt to square rounded shoulders. This form is perfect for his activities on Earth. Less impressive for battle tactics. It's what this feels like with all the stalking and the circling. Although the talk of a different world has shifted his initial theory's axis too far to stay tenable.

Hell lies, of course. Their lies are usually a simple sort. He's beginning to entertain the possibility that whatever this is may have nothing to do with Armageddon at all. Alarming.

He's not sure he likes her implication. "My serpent?" Two can play at this deliberate muddying of the waters. "You have me mistaken for someone else. I don't keep pets."