That familiar tingle danced along his skin as that tongue trailed up over his flesh, making his pulse race that much faster. And then he stopped himself, a small pout tugging at the demon's lips though his eyes were sparkling with the same mischief as Will's own. Then his gaze followed Will's to the small crowd, a soft laugh parting his lips at the eagerness with which the question was met.
"Oooh, my pick?" He quirked a brow slightly, glancing back at Will for a moment before he, draped against his husband, scanned the prospects with his eyes.
"That one." He settled upon a somewhat ambiguous looking man. Young. He almost looked timid, like perhaps this was one of his first times here. "
And that one." Why have one when you could have two? The second was a woman, and quite the opposite of the man. She looked completely sure of herself, like she had done this a dozen times. And there was nothing ambiguous about her. She was all curves, more Will's type than James' type these days, but she reminded him of Natalia, which would make it easy to be cruel to her, if that's the route he, or they, decided to take.