Tasteless [OPEN]

"Well, if you need any help, do let me know. Whilst I have no intention of doing any manual labour myself unless it's in the celebration, I'm sure I can find a bevy of men, strong and otherwise, to do the work." Lucas tipped her a wink, though he was no stranger in the art of socialisation, and he recognised in Lily the symptoms of imminent exhaustion. He nodded in agreement, the unexpected energy in her laughter drawing a fanged smile from the Ascended. Even so, he readied himself to get up and leave her to rest. "Playing together I can definitely get behind," he said with a wicked grin. Or in front of. Or under. "And whilst I appreciate the logic in your words, I do love being flattered. So I might just believe you anyway." Rising to his feet as she curled up in the chair, he nodded to her. "Any time," he purred, stepping away and letting long fingers brush along the back of the armchair as he departed. "A drink, hm? I'll hold you to that. Goodnight, Lily." {END} LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk