One of the best methods for confronting demonic activity was said to be by using love. It didn't always work, of course, but it was a valid countermeasure for anyone. Perhaps partially because of that, the infernal entity just stood there with a wide-eyed expression of surprise etched upon her face, like Valerie had just told her she had been pissing in her morning cereal.

For all the world, if someone had taken a feral cat and dunked it in water, the result was not unlike what showed now. No matter how many ways it was spun, this was something which was born of primal hatreds and spite. Giving it a hug was the last possible thing expected.

Sabra had half a mind to query if this was about mating, again.

"Yes," she replied, succinct and confused. How was she... Meant to react to such an unnatural-feeling gesture? Mouth opened and she took in a breath to say something, but while mouth parted, no words emerged. Sabra repeating the attempt a second time, only to end up with the same result.

She looked back in the direction they had walked, then back to the Slayer. Back and forth, again. Just as suspiciously. Cautious. Hugging was... Strange.

"We should go back," she said and began, with unsure footing, to make off in their worn direction.