"An actual spirit tied to the moon. Someone who hears prayers directed towards it and has powers related to it..." She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "Sorry if that's too literal, but I don't know how else to phrase it."

"Oh, I'm not --" Adia cuts herself off with a nervous laugh. Trying to explain that she wasn't hitting on Beelzebub would only be more awkward. Beautiful, strong women do leave her a bit tongue-tied, but in a platonic, admiring sort of way. She polishes off her drink, faster than she would have normally. "Anyway! How about that skating lesson?"