That grin was about trustworthy as an insurance salesperson wearing loafers. Any other man should have been well disarmed by it, but Vepar was rather fond of it. He pressed the pad of his thumb against Beelzebub's bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, then ran the tip of is own tongue against the row of perfectly aligned teeth that were showing with that grin, just to show his appreciation for it.
When he pulled back again, he offered the Camel to Beelzebub's lips. "I'm sure they've enjoyed the show, my Lord," he cooed. "Maybe I'll hole you up here for a while, use you up for all you're worth. I could become well spoiled."