Lucifer glanced over at Will, looking him over. He was taller than the saint. He looked stronger. Definitely more gruff. Still ginger though.
"So you latched on to the next ginger you could find?" Lucifer asked Clio. "And you went for this meathead? Really?"
Clio glanced at Will quickly, and then she looked away. "Mm," she said, which was entirely non-committal and not at all what Lucifer was looking for.
"You know," Lucifer leaned forward, his chin resting on his hands, "I always did regret not having a taste of you myself. If I was going to debase myself with pagan pussy, it would be hard to do any better."
Clio felt like her soul was leaving her body. Was that supposed to be a compliment?!