[There's something preternaturally savage in that expression, something that seems both strangely fitting and startlingly out of place upon that pretty, boyish young face. The discussion of love never failed to dry up any of Dito's libidinous thirst, but that look of hunger on the demon's face as he speaks of patience; of rewards long overdue...
Dito's tongue darts out to lick at suddenly dry lips. He suddenly realizes that he's unconsciously taken a step forward, close enough to feel the intoxicating heat radiating off of the demon's body. He wonders if it's the hellish power within the demon or merely the temperature of the body it currently resides in, and decides that it doesn't really matter. He reaches up to take the coin, feeling a delicious shiver pass through him as his fingers accidentally brush against Paimon's.
The disciple's voice is low and throaty when he finally replies, the offer leaving his lips before his brain can properly catch up.]
...Do you wanna get out of here? Out of this cold, I mean. My place is in Crenshaw, not far from the lamp. Or we could head back to your place, if you prefer.
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Dito's tongue darts out to lick at suddenly dry lips. He suddenly realizes that he's unconsciously taken a step forward, close enough to feel the intoxicating heat radiating off of the demon's body. He wonders if it's the hellish power within the demon or merely the temperature of the body it currently resides in, and decides that it doesn't really matter. He reaches up to take the coin, feeling a delicious shiver pass through him as his fingers accidentally brush against Paimon's.
The disciple's voice is low and throaty when he finally replies, the offer leaving his lips before his brain can properly catch up.]
...Do you wanna get out of here? Out of this cold, I mean. My place is in Crenshaw, not far from the lamp. Or we could head back to your place, if you prefer.