He stood, eyes scanning along the room. It took no time at all for Ba’al to replace the dancer, this time with two very unique looking females. However, given the current predicament – he found himself more on edge than he’d originally thought. Oh, this was just fucking perfect…when did he actually get nervous? He couldn’t quite recall the last time. It was then that he was given permission to indulge in anything he desired. Well, that would have been amazing if he could maintain his composure. He felt that little self-control was slipping, his typical ‘attractive’ illusion slipping. White eyes gazed down upon the ringed finger, the youth leaning down and immediately placing a kiss upon it. However, when his lips touched that piece of jewelry – his lightning ability came to life. A hot surge of electrical current flowed from the young demon and into the King. Evron immediately jerked back, lightning still rippling over his form as a strong wind cast through the limo. A loud ‘thunk’ noise ripped through Evron’s senses. He quickly turned, noting the dancer having been knocked off the pole and onto the floor. It was then that he felt a headache forming; his hand reaching to his right temple as he hissed out his annoyance. Oh, Caim and Astarte would be terribly proud of him. Here he was, face to face with Ba’al and lighting up like a Christmas tree as he seemed to possess some demonic form of Tourette syndrome.