That certainly eases one of her worries. But still. "I’m seventeen, Draco. And eternity is a very long time. I don’t think I’m old enough to be making any decisions on my afterlife quite yet." Something occurs to her. "Speaking of age... how old are you exactly, Draco? I mean, you look like you’re about my age, but I assume demons can live together unless they’re killed by the Order via that mysterious method you won’t tell me about, so..." She waits expectantly.