I'm not bothered. I'm... bothered by the fact you'd suggest I'm jealous. I'm the devil. The devil doesn't get jealous because he doesn't need to be.

[And why was that? Because the devil usually got whatever he wanted, Chloe being the rare exception in that she could, and did, say no to him. That she could choose another, implying he wasn't good enough. His eyes narrowed as he tipped back the glass, finishing the first drink and immediately pouring another.]