"Sure, I've watched humans, but I don't agree that they know what they're doing. We get more souls for Hell from love than anything else. You know that." He laid his head on Belial's shoulder. "And seeing someone else walking through the park hand-in-hand isn't exactly a manual for how to do it yourself. Damn, it took me a millennia or two to figure out what the hell I was feeling anyway, because demons can't love, supposedly. Or shouldn't. Or whatever the fuck they tell us. And angels are supposed to love everything but mostly Him. Not one being specifically or else they tumble. ... Are you worried about that? For yours, I mean? What with Michael and everything?"