Claire's secure enough in their friendship to know Michael will understand she never means ill intent in their conversations. He's been her shoulder the last few times she's needed someone, and so she's here for him now. She always will be, with no judgement regarding him or his feelings.

"I remember Lucifer," she says after taking a sip of tea. "He's quite the study in contradictions, it seems." One thumb moves around the rim of her mug. She's trying to think of what to say when Michael continues, and she makes a soft sound of protest in the back of her throat at his last statement. "You know that as a fact or you feel it to be true?"

Sometimes, or perhaps more accurately, often, Claire feels she's missing something and there's no true advice she can give. What does she know of God and the disputes with his children or the quarrels of siblings? One thing Michael has always been with her though, is patient, and she knows if she hasn't picked up on what was said, he has no hesitation correcting her or giving more context.