(Keeping busy by doing her work, Azazel would scribble down information about the infrastructure of this building: how the bricks came together, how it compared to Heaven's, et cetera. Her cerulean eyes glance between her notepad and the building. She mumbles a few things as she writes them, clearly enraptured by her work. After finally finishing the surprisingly lengthy section on just this building alone, she let out a contented sigh. A small smile graced her face as she read over the notes.)

(When she turned around, she took preemptive steps forward, not knowing she would knock into you. She chuckles the entire thing off, bending down and quickly snatching her notepad back up. As she rises once again, her eyes trail up your body. Slowly. The glowing circle surrounding her head shimmers into a brilliant light. Faint hues of a golden ichor burn beneath her cheeks. She clears her throat, but she has no idea what to say. She spits out whatever she can.)

"Uhm...hi, I'm Azazel! An Angel, I know, strange to see one of us in Hell, right?"

(She tried to ease the tension with a light giggle, but it came off as an awkward chortle more than anything. Never before had her heart felt such a pull, such a burning sensation that was filling, nor had her mind been so blank in admiration.)

"Sorry, I'll just get to the point. Would you...be open to an interview?"

(She lifted up her notepad and took out her pencil, hoping beyond hope that you would agree - not only just to further her research but to also uncover this new mystery of her entirely new emotion.)