LUCI
Fallen one? Oooh, but he could get to quite like that. For all of their... ahem, rocky beginnings (and given that he had been dragged from a very cushy, nigh omniscient existence to be some pawn in a game he didn't know if he wanted to play), he was starting to become endeared to this... this Voice. "The world, you say?" He all but purred to her through the darkness. "Now I think we are speaking the same language."
More, she said? There was more waiting for him than blood and sex and fire and great fucking wine? Well someone was raising the bar. As she straightened up he did so as well, green eyes narrowing playfully, fangs bared in a grin. She could rip him from his demesne but she couldn't fetch something herself? He kept from saying that out loud, luckily - not that he thought it made a difference. Still, he was happy to deliver.
"You flatter me, even though you don't have to. I appreciate it," he murmured, inclining his head to her. "Name it and it shall be yours, my lady."
More, she said? There was more waiting for him than blood and sex and fire and great fucking wine? Well someone was raising the bar. As she straightened up he did so as well, green eyes narrowing playfully, fangs bared in a grin. She could rip him from his demesne but she couldn't fetch something herself? He kept from saying that out loud, luckily - not that he thought it made a difference. Still, he was happy to deliver.
"You flatter me, even though you don't have to. I appreciate it," he murmured, inclining his head to her. "Name it and it shall be yours, my lady."
