I'm sure seeing her with your father helped. I can tell just from their portrait that he loved her.

[He gives an awkward as he accepts the rose and brings it to his face to smell. Maybe it's odd for a demon to like the scent of flowers...but he's long known that his sensibilities are strange. Besides, he has fond memories associated with them, now.]

I see you're not bad at conjuration, at least for small things. The flower's lovely.