"I guess that makes sense. He is the devil, right? He's supposed to be like really pretty," she said leaning in using her thumb to pull down his bottom lid to get in the waterline. "Might tickle," she warned before starting to shade it in.
She didn't know what she'd expected him to say when she'd asked him, but it felt like...it was weird, more real? Like she could understand a little better now? Honestly, she didn't know how she felt, because Lucifer was hot. He was absolutely beautiful. "Yeah, he's really..." How did she describe it? "He's really easy to look at, but he doesn't sound like my type," she said softly. She was concentrating again. "Kind of hard not to look at actually. Makes you feel all warm inside. Almost reminds me of the vampires back home with their impossible perfection."
She leaned back again and thought about lining under the eye too but figured it'd eventually smudge out to where it look like she had. "They were all super pretty or handsome. And the witches," she said with pause. "They looked ethereally gorgeous."