"To speak plainly: yes, that is right." Had Christine given in to her pride, thinking no spirit would dare deny her, a pride demon could have easily ensnared her.

"That is what it is; I am unsure if it wants to be called anything else. It will let me know." She smiles faintly at his question, though it is a good one. "A spirit can tell what another spirit is, just like that. Just like I know by looking at you that your eyes are green."