Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

The Socialite paused, watching the interaction, the way the Devil looked at the Maven and the Maven at the Devil. There was something familiar in that glance and the Socialite couldn't help beaming. A cheeky grin crossed his face, playful and engaged. "Is that so?" They inquired, voice gaining an almost song-like melody. "My, my, what a lovely and selfless purpose. Was there a certain muse that inspired you, perhaps? An Adonis or Aphrodite to draw you in? To pursue something so dangerous for such a noble reason as personal connection, your bleeding heart surely has a font of reason, an event or person for which you feel the call to speak on equal terms." His eyes flicked rapidly between the Maven and the Devil, expecting a certain answer, yet more interested in the details of said answer.