"Would I lie to you?" She said sweetly, nestling her head on the crook of his shoulder. Plump lips brushing against the tender spaces of his neck. "Ah! I mean about something serious."

She enjoys being the bearer of glad tidings, and she gets the sense Shawn is in need of it. Maybe she has a soft spot for him after all? Why else would she feel so generous. All without having first received what she wanted. It really was a cold day in Hell...so to speak.

"We don't have to be locked up in Hell. We can stroll right out."