[What am I afraid of? Why hold back? He asks himself, that influence curling heady and strong on him, drawing him in with every purred word or glance he meets. He's getting uncomfortable in his own skin as that need grows intense. It's been... a long time since he's been with someone. And considering he'd died and was given this second chance it's an even stronger draw to just enjoy it. It's not as if he ever had any reservations about gender, male, female, whatever they were so long as he wanted them, he'd go for it.]
I do it for pleasure. [So he says, but many would argue that he's more good at heart underneath it all.]
Human, metahuman, demon, angel, devil, male, female, whatever you are, doesn't matter to me. [He sets his glass aside on the table, eyes focused like a predator on the devil as he finally moves closer, sliding across the couch to sit nearly hip to hip.]
You just need to interest me. Don't be boring and you might have a chance. [A coy tilt of his head as his eyes sweep over him slowly once more. Down than back up so that ice blues reflect his hunger as he looks into Lucifer's eyes.]
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I do it for pleasure. [So he says, but many would argue that he's more good at heart underneath it all.]
Human, metahuman, demon, angel, devil, male, female, whatever you are, doesn't matter to me. [He sets his glass aside on the table, eyes focused like a predator on the devil as he finally moves closer, sliding across the couch to sit nearly hip to hip.]
You just need to interest me. Don't be boring and you might have a chance. [A coy tilt of his head as his eyes sweep over him slowly once more. Down than back up so that ice blues reflect his hunger as he looks into Lucifer's eyes.]
Though I've always flirted with danger.