Shadow was slightly disturbed (if quite amused) by the mental image that conjured up. He was finding that stereotypes were as untrue about supernaturals as they were of ordinary humans... he supposed that was fair enough, but he had thought that angels and demons would have to more or less live up to what people believed of them, as the deities of other pantheons seemed to. More or less.

He found himself smiling a little more widely at Bast at hearing her soft purr/laugh. It was a sweet, attractive sort of sound.

He poured himself a Cabernet and raised his glass to the goddess.

"To Adam," he said, feeling a little more than odd at toasting the birth of the anti-christ.