"Lovingly, hmm? You certainly put in the effort I've come to expect from ya, sugar," she purred wickedly. Her own tail and horns were demurely hidden behind her glamour; they were about the only things hidden on her today as she leaned down to peer into the ice box with Dantalion, unconcerned about the display the rest of the beach was getting.
"Ooh, now this is why you're my favorite. Nothing still moving, but I suppose we're playing nice with the locals today... hmm. How about that one?" She pointed a manicured crimson claw nail to a glistening chunk of steak tartare. "How did you come up with the idea for this little mixer, anyways?"
"Ooh, now this is why you're my favorite. Nothing still moving, but I suppose we're playing nice with the locals today... hmm. How about that one?" She pointed a manicured crimson claw nail to a glistening chunk of steak tartare. "How did you come up with the idea for this little mixer, anyways?"
