Tempest gave him a warning growl before the officer took him into custody, and Luz gave her Omen an affectionate pat on the head.

"We are, thanks for saying that! Just happy to help!"

She turns to the bandit, looking slightly annoyed. "You stay out of trouble, guy. No one likes being ambushed. Take care of your omen while you're at it."

He should really be thinking about them anyway. Walking back with the demon, Luz has got a happier spring in her step, and paused at the question.

"Oh, I thought it was a commentary on her nature: that's she's perfectly ok until you cross her, and then her temper is like a storm! I asked her if she liked it and she seemed to think it was appropriate."

The wolf let out a sniff, as if affirming Luz's interpretation.