The type of Attraction the Glows

The woman looked up at Archon, surprise clear on her face. It was a typical reaction for a mortal and the corners of Archon's maw turned upwards in amusement. Although the woman wasn't tiny, her appearance was light and fluffy- innocent looking. Although maybe he had just spent too much time in Abaven and he was growing soft to mortals with earthy tones in their fur.

Archon shook his head slightly, bringing him back to focus. The woman had asked a question.

"I believe God resides often in this place," Archon said, his eyes focused somewhere distant. "His power and wonder can alter even this realm amidst mortals."

Archon fell silent for a moment before bringing his eyes to meet the woman's own.

"My name is Archon Abraxas, a fallen angel of God," he rumbled calmly. "And what does one call you?"