"My name's Noelle Frost, it's nice to meet you." He nodded as he accepted the plate. "Jared Semira, and the pleasure is all mine. She asked Lucifer about hiding them, and he sighed, taking a forkful of food. It was good, sure, but he was thinking. He instinctively put his hand to his boot, grasping the hilt of the knife. The fact that it was still there steadied him.
He forced back the memories of one of his last encounters with the angels. They had nearly killed him, and he had been left scarred as a result. Even Lucifer didn't know the truth of the white lines on his back. Jared was pretty sure that Lucifer didn't believe the story of a motorcycle accident, but he was glad that he didn't question it.
"You're connected with Annie? I mean Anita?" Noelle asked. He jumped a little, before nodding. "It appears so." He replied.
"The connection cannot be broken under any circumstances. Until you die of natural causes - 'without ill intent and after all attempts to live', I believe, is the technical wording of the Grimoires - then we are bonded." Jared swallowed the forkful of food. It really was good.
"In simple terms, if an angel burst in here right now and stabbed me through the heart, Anita here would be in trouble. But if she were to drop dead of a heart attack, I could keep on living."
He winked at his companion. "I'd really rather if you didn't though, darling. It really would be a shame. Noelle, this food is really good, by the way."