bro you fucking shot me

"...I guess I did." Adam replied, but still wore an expression of amused scepticism. The guy could swear he was the devil as much as he wanted, but Adam wouldn't be convinced until he saw a pitchfork and horns. Or fire. Or some kind of example of real power besides leaking clear fluids. Still, Lucas' next line made him smile for reasons other than mockery. It was cocky, a little flirty. Adam shrugged and crossed his arms, stood with one hip out to the side. "I'd say you get a 6.5/10 for hotness, but honestly? Not much past that. You better show me some shit you can do beyond not care about getting shot." Taking a few more steps away from the barrier (while he wouldn't admit it, he knew when he was beat) he looked Lucas up and down. "You got anything beyond claims of being..." Adam couldn't help the laugh. "...~the devil~?" ADAM We could get better Because we're not dead yet