[Unfortunately, the context had been necessary to help get across his point. If he hadn't given it, she would've inevitably asked for it.]

[Alastor follows her gaze to the Light Dragon.]

I don't think he'd like me much largely because I've never really liked me much. However, I think he'd be pleased that I kept up our oath and didn't fall into mindless degeneracy after my predictable fall to Hell. I've always been a monster, darling, even when human. I swore I'd hunt my fellow monsters so the good people around me could live better lives without the monsters preying on their generosity and other virtues. Not every sinner in Hell is a complete monster. Some people just made a few too many awful choices but were otherwise good people.

I do think that he'd be happy with what I've done here in getting the radio started along with hunting the noctaere that stalk the outskirts of Reverein. Though mildly disappointed that there isn't a proper swamp. [He chuckles.] I do so miss the bayou.

[He nods to the Light Dragon.]

But I don't think she'll mind you as much as you seem to think. Her way of thinking might not be the same as ours. I know mine certainly shifted when I went from mortal human to practically-immortal demon.

If you ask me, I think she's the one you should be talking to.