The smile she shot him had a bit of a devilish edge to it. She did so love when she caught him off guard. It reminded her of less confusing times, when she'd know what to expect from him, and he from her. She took a sip of her wine, enjoying the way it felt on her tongue, heavy and full, with just a touch of sweetness to it. She hoped he'd like it. Considering who he'd been hanging out with since arriving on Earth, she assumed he was mostly a beer drinker. She probably would have preferred one herself, but this was supposed to be special.
"Sort of," she said with a tiny little laugh. "As close to a date as an angel and a demon are likely to get, anyway."
She watched him intently, noting the touch of excitement in his voice. If she lived another thousand years, she was sure she would spend every moment of them trying to understand how he could be so forgiving. He didn't seem to care at all that she had spit on his feelings. She knew she was emotionally fucked, but him? She couldn't tell if he just didn't understand or if he was simply better at hiding his turmoil than she was. She let her eyes trace over his features, looking for cracks in the simple sweetness that was his expression, but she couldn't find any. Loving him had caused her nothing but confusion, but he seemed to simply be content. She knew that, eventually, they would have to talk about their situation. Really talk. But she hoped it wouldn't be tonight.