[It bothered him more that he'd shown it had bothered him than anything. Pride was his vice, after all. Well, his main one.

Jacket smoothed, he took a few steps towards her, closing the distance a little so they could speak companionably without introducing too much familiarity. Yet. He was curious about her, after all. This notion of non humans was so very interesting.]

No need to worry your pretty little gills over it. Try having anyone even believe there's a Heaven and Hell. Everything's a bloody metaphor with them. So you know of another Lucifer, mm? As dashing as myself?