"I took a break to admire the view." The quirk of her eyebrow quickly dispels any thoughts about her maybe enjoying the view of the park. Nope. She's checking him out, plain and simple.

And if it helps him to sleep easy at night he's welcome to believe she's just messing with him; it doesn't change the fact that she's in love with the angel and kind of fond of the hunter. And she hates herself for it. Demons don't fall in love. Demons destroy, torture and kill. They don't love wayward angels.

She distracts herself from her thoughts by turning her attention back to the wood.