lazarus ( incubus ) . (shatterings) wrote in light_of_may, |
Lazarus couldn't help but laugh, a low roll of amusement in the depths of his throat. It didn't sound all that different from a growl, or at least it wouldn't to the untrained ear. Someone like Demi, someone who knew him, would hear the difference, recognise it for what it truly was. He had always so enjoyed her manipulations, the subtle art of twisting a mortal's own envies and desires to get what she wanted. It was almost beautiful in a way. In some twisted, dark, cruel way, at least.
"Oh, I don't know," he said, sounding almost distant, distracted, as his eyes roamed the crowd. "A place like this, people like this," he went on, glancing back at her, "the possibilities are almost endless, wouldn't you say?" From their place at the bar he had been able to spot at least four opportunities for entertainment, tipped off by a variety of clues and tells. "The couple on the other side of the room, for example," he said, indicating them with a tip of his glass, "they look to be a little on edge. Perhaps they're in need of a little push."