She ignores him at first; Meg's busy with her work. It's only when she brings the chalk line all the way around them, leaving a gap of only a few inches, that she straightens. At her quick word of command, both hounds bolt into the hallway, one going in each direction. Meg turns to face Andrew-- and the eager anticipation in the smile she turns on him lights her face with unholy joy.

"Your proven talents, of course." Still smiling, she gestures around them at the shattered room and the remnants of the rings he himself had drawn on the floor, some time ago. "Our Lord has a use for them, and thus for you."

The clatter of claws against the floor signals the return of the hounds, who evidently have found no witnesses, and Meg beckons them into the circle. As they take up guard positions on either side of the men holding Andrew, she closes the gap in the chalk line.

The chalk begins to glow with the same sort of light that he's seen before emanating from beneath Lucifer's feet, and Meg smiles in triumph as power begins to build within the ring.

"Witness how He calls us back through this very portal! And that's only the beginning, Wells. You'll see." She laughs again. "Oh yes, you'll see."