[It wasn't so much the body sprawled in his bed that had him rolling his eyes as much as it was the clothes flung haphazardly around the place. What was it with people thinking his suite was too hot? He kept it relatively cool, and if they wanted hot, well, he had a previous residence that they could go to to experience that.
Grumbling to himself, he picked up the clothes, tossing them onto the couch in the living room (because if someone was going to make themselves half naked and at home in Lucifer's bed, they could get up and get dressed and put on a show while they did it. Honestly), then went over to stand beside the bed, staring down at the man and trying to figure out where he knew him from, or if he even did at all.
It was late, or early, depending on which side of the clock you looked at, and he hadn't found anyone interesting downstairs to drag up here. Sipping his own scotch, he stuffed a hand in his pocket and wondered how much of a survival instinct the man had, if he could feel imminent death looming over him.
Not that Lucifer would kill him. Hah. But he was the Devil, after all. That came with a presence, as it were.]
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Grumbling to himself, he picked up the clothes, tossing them onto the couch in the living room (because if someone was going to make themselves half naked and at home in Lucifer's bed, they could get up and get dressed and put on a show while they did it. Honestly), then went over to stand beside the bed, staring down at the man and trying to figure out where he knew him from, or if he even did at all.
It was late, or early, depending on which side of the clock you looked at, and he hadn't found anyone interesting downstairs to drag up here. Sipping his own scotch, he stuffed a hand in his pocket and wondered how much of a survival instinct the man had, if he could feel imminent death looming over him.
Not that Lucifer would kill him. Hah. But he was the Devil, after all. That came with a presence, as it were.]