Re: Diner: Hel & Lucifer
Lucifer was not one for holding back, not when it was in the face of pleasure or temptations. Certainly, he had to guard Below, but there was time enough in a place where the minutes moved unpredictably. It meant that he could step away, and indulge instead of torment.
His laughter rang low, the sort of music that slipped between the other sounds of the diner. Across the way in the booths, more than one neck felt the shiver of their hair standing on-end. "People in person are more my style." Though he was well aware of the truth of her statements. Humans were strange things, and 'unpredictable' was a very accurate word to describe them. He'd seen it on earth, and he'd seen it Below, in the well-crafted torture that souls created for themselves.
For the first time since he entered the diner, a flatness of cooling iron crept over his expression. "I have no need for the unwilling. There are enough willing." It was one thing distasteful to him - and it was true that taking anything by force wasn't a necessary thing for him. Not when so much was offered with no hesitation. He didn't necessarily inspire worship, but it was given to him easily enough.
Like her gaze on him as he accepted her offering of the pie. It wasn't worship, but it was interest, and it was almost enough for him to feel along his skin. He returned it gladly, watching as her finger slipped between her own lips, and were he in a different mood, his gaze would've gone hotter. But instead he chuckled low again and let grin split his expression. "No," he smiled at her. The pie was completely mediocre, and he knew that they both knew it. But then the warning, and the light arches of his brows raised as he canted his head to the side. "Oh?"