"You want a barbecue, hmm fish boy?" Wrath asked with a smile and closed her eyes for a moment and when they reopened they were filled with her renewed Hellfire. Her power lashed around them, tickling at the edges of his consciousness and yes, that was brimstone and sulfur he was smelling, reminiscent of the fires of Hell. She laughed and the sound was heard through the bar, two bikers over at the pool table throwing down their cues and launching themselves at each other.
How she loved demonstrating her power. She let it linger for a moment before drawing it back in, letting it settle over her like a protective cloak. "Enough fire for you?" She asked before knocking back another shot quickly. With his words about which part of his body would taste best, she couldn't help licking her lips, leaning forward even more.
"The ass always has the best meat." She remarked, disappointed that she couldn't check it out. "If you felt like being nice, you could get up and do a bit of a spin for me." Grinning at him, she rummaged through her purse, letting him see the knife and gun it contained before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up quickly.
"An angel sent me Down on a vacation recently. After you've dined on raw slabs of human flesh with the Demon Princes of Hell... I don't know. It reminds me of home, I suppose." Taking a deep puff from her cigarette, she let the exhaled smoke waft toward his face. "What are you doing here tonight? Family troubles? Your brothers get in a pissing match yet?"