A: Why do you like classical music? In fact, why is everything you like 900 years old?
E: It's attractive, although quite ignoble in essence.
A: Do you even have a sister?
E: There is an abyss in the ocean that fire will lick out of, it'll be like flaming tongues under the water.
A: Is that Hell?
E: Not a single ray of sunshine can breathe there, not like Christ's paradise.
A: Are you from there? Hell, I mean?
E: There are cities, the largest is called Dis, the children look like canines and they sleep in small, rotten coffins. The suicides decorate the trees like Christmas lights, the water is jet black and like tar, the air is alive with sulfur and wailing. Some say fire, some say ice, it's duality.
A: You have an odd manner of speech. In fact, everything about you is strange. You're soothing and then brutal or very cold.
E: Two red tongues and shunned to the tomb they say, some days sunshine, some days shadow.
A: You said spirits can seduce and poison, am I possessed?
E: Christ on the cross, grievous demons spare not your kind, freckled as you are, things as they are.
A: Can you help me ?!?!
E: Hand on your face, wish in a wish box, for a small fee, yes, of course I can.