It felt strange to talk about a man with another man in the manner they were talking about Lucifer, but she also found it fun? She was still figuring that part out, because would she want to know this sort of thing later with anyone else?
She was standing way too close, yet not close enough. They were touching, gently, with the way she worked the pencil along the waterline of his other eye. He told her she could take her time, and she almost took him up on it. "I think you make a fine pirate. Could work in a peg leg or a hook for a hand for more authenticity," she said with a small laugh.
The joke should have knocked her out of her current mood, but it hadn't. She had seen the hands, but hadn't seen him actually remove them. Instead, she was picturing the attachments stuck to stumps instead. "How long does it take for you to regrow things anyway?"