( His closeness provoked a subtle shiver down his neck. Of course,...


He let Alastor pull him closer anyway, steps finding rhythm with practiced grace. The air between them crackled, static and ember, meeting in the
( The silence stretches between them for a few moments in which he seeks to clear his mind, to recover from the other's audacity. It's not uncomfortable, but it's charged with something +
ㅤㅤㅤNervous...~
( He repeats the word as if testing it on his tongue, letting it float between them. He lets out a laugh—light, almost private—that sounds slightly off-key, like +
ㅤㅤㅤI've executed beings to standing ovations, you know?~ I've broadcast massacres without missing a single beat.~
( His ears flatten subtly against his head before he can control them, betraying him, revealing that he knows he's +
ㅤㅤㅤThough I suppose... even the best +
( He takes another step, then another. One-two-three. The music continues. His grip on Lucifer's waist adjusts—not possessive, not controlling, but seeking to anchor himself—as if with it he could find the courage he +
( Finally, his gaze meets Lucifer's and this time he holds it, allowing himself to melt a bit into that pleasant atmosphere being created. )
ㅤㅤㅤHandling it better than most, am I?
( He spins Lucifer with a fluid movement, taking advantage of the waltz's tempo to +
ㅤㅤㅤWhat a relative concept, Your Majesty.~ But you're right about one thing—someone +
( There's a touch of playful mockery in his voice, seeking to recover some of his usual dynamism, that spark of challenge that defines them. )
ㅤㅤㅤAnd by the way, for someone who insists pride is his sin, +