The Devil sighed as he straightened himself up a bit more, staring down at her with what might have been remorse for her decision, maybe it was just curiosity for her stubbornness. Either way, he had seen the tiny flare of something inside of her and was curious enough as to what that thing was. He wasn't one for poking and prodding at big, dangerous things (all right, maybe he was, maybe he loved pushing the limits until something too big for him to handle overcame him).

He turned, eyes catching the words, even more intrigued now. There was a tumble of thoughts, each coming more rapidly than the other before he rounded upon her, suddenly very interested in this Rose human. "You poor thing." He whispered as he looked back down to her, brow furrowing as he fell back into a crouched, staring at her quite intently, debating whether or not to dip his hand inside of her and see what her soul was hiding from him.

"What kind of monster do you have in there?" He asked quietly, almost with a note of concern before he reached for her, settling his fingers very lightly against her cheek. Now he was very, very interested. And attention from the Devil was probably a very undesirable thing.