lazarus ( incubus ) . (shatterings) wrote in light_of_may, |
Already Lazarus' mind was working on how exactly he could do just that. There was the obvious method of course, there was a woman there after all and he could do all kinds of things to women without even laying a hand on them. How easy it would be to pit one against the other by toying on her weakness as a female, and a mortal one at that. The mention of the words mostly sane had him turning his attention back to his companion with an expression that was a mixture of amusement and something almost like disappointment but it wasn't without its mischief. Briefly his dark eyes dropped to her hand, close to his own, and when he looked back up at her he was still smiling.
"Only mostly?" he said, his eyes narrowing a little as though he were considering his options. He was, of course, Lazarus had a busy, deeply and darkly imaginative mind, when he let it run it could go for hours and there had been times over the years when he had allowed it to do so. "I think I can manage that." His smile became a grin, the sharpness of his teeth becoming that much more obvious in the process, and when he turned his head to regard the couple in the corner once more he reached out with that power that was part of who he was, the power he had been born with, wrapping invisible tendrils around the woman. It was enough to have her attention turning in his direction and he gave her a smile, just suggestive and seductive enough that she fidgeted in her seat and excused herself from her table to move towards the bar. With any luck the male of the two would become jealous before too long and follow her. They could go from there.