Lucifers eyes dart to the ground, shooting things isn’t exactly a career in his eyes. Of course up in Heaven angels were assigned jobs, be it specific emotions or weather events, though down on Earth it was more up to free will. Why would someone choose to shoot, out of all job that were available. He then looks to her, head canting just an inch to the side. “I’m essentially in charge of a —large estate.”
-- "A large estate?" A brow shoots up. Her curiosity has peaked. "Define 'estate'." The sniper sits back in her chair. She stretches her long legs out while being conscious of his feet. She didn't want to kick him while she was stretching.











