The snake that was coiled around Satanick's pinkie finger seemed to be enjoying themself in the process of being twirled and tended to, though a few of the other strands of serpent hair had grown interested as well, and drifted curiously toward their counterpart with their large red eyes stretched wide open.
"Ah. A-And yet... You spend time with Gods regardless," Medouco murmured, a bit of a fonder smile appearing on her face. "I suppose, in that way, I can commend you for your patience with them, Satanick-sama." She knew her boss was anything but patient, however, giving the Devil praise always felt right when he actually did show shredded pieces of his virtues. Satanick shined whether it be in his good or bad aspects; his radiance was the heart of Pitch Black (blinding every damned soul who tried to stand in his way). Though, she highly doubted any of his qualities had any chance at being remembered by his people, when the maltreatments he sieged were so painfully intense...!