( The distance he puts between them isn't challenged. She trains her gaze on him and rests her hands in her lap. )

Truth isn't relative, Rosiel. What has he told you about me? That I despise you? That I'm jealous of you?

( That last inquiry is more or less a scoff.

In any other woman his final question would have brought a flush of color to her cheeks. However, this is Alexiel. Her expression doesn't waver as she answers. )

Can you not grant a compliment without adding an insult? ( But she is curious. Has her appearance changed so much? If it has, it wasn't due to Lucifer. ) You have Setsuna to thank for how I am now.