Lucifer tipped his head somewhat, his interest peaking as she described the type of things that this monster that was a part of her was capable of. It was curious, no doubt about that, but at what point did curiosity simply become a morbid obsession to rip her apart and see exactly what was hiding away in the crevices and folds of her soul? He could arrange that.

He crept forward, very slowly, like some sick predator eyeing up its prey, searching for the perfect way to attack and bring it down. There were already so many wonderful ways to crack open Rose Tyler running through his mind, listing themselves off neatly and politely, like little soldiers ready for battle.

"The dead live on in memories, in dreams, if you'd like to get sentimental." He said, frowning a bit and tilting his head off to the other side as he sat himself at the foot of her bed, still watching her very closely. "This isn't entirely true, though, most of them get eaten up by hellfire, get turned into horrible monsters. Hell's doors are always open, you know... No lights for our 'No Vacancies' and we're always ushering in new guests, even on Christmas... Heaven, on the other hand..." He pulled a face, but shrugged.

"We're here to talk about you though, Rose... About the lovely monster inside of you and why I haven't been able to see it before now."