Devils! [she laughs] Of course not, though I know how superstitious people can be. Even if a devil was somehow bound to such a fruit, you would know it the instant it started trying to bargain with you for the terms of its release. Obnoxious creatures. No creativity.

[Not that she's met many, but it's an instinctual sort of hatred by now. When you're born into a race of people formed from the darkest core of the universe's sentient heart, and when those people have been at war with another race for tens of thousands of years, that hatred gets propagated rampantly. Although her reponse keeps a lot of her previous lighthearted tone, there's a certain intense acidity to her words.]

And so yours gave you the ability to look inside a person and ... manipulate, right? Something like that.