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" 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵. "

He slightly recoiled from her sudden words towards him. Alastor’s fingers tapped on his radio stick protectively, but he tried to return that same smile.

❝A-am I? I suppose I should thank you for such a compliment. You’re not hard on the eyes either.❞

a scoff from sir pentious, the cyclopes hat atop his head matching his expression, though the pupil within its large eye faced away. sir threateningly lurched his gun closer to the other demon, if she so much as hiccuped the end of it would burn the hair from her brows.

Alastor was anything but stupid. He knew what attractive was. He could absolutely tell when someone was trying to tease him, and damn it if someone else had figured that out. 

He was polite about it, after all one glance was almost enough to fluster the deer into a small movement, feet clanking together awkwardly and for a second he feared he was going to do something horrific.

Like fall flat on his face over a woman’s shoulder, like some dandy little teenager fresh to his first bar. Instead he managed to catch himself before it became too obvious that a movement so simple could reduce a grand overlord down into a mess. “If I may,” He spoke, finally getting close enough to reach out and...

“Sounds about right. All the ones I dealt with were pigs, always trying to get their way and treating everyone like shit.”

She took a sip of her drink.

     A soft tutting befalls his lips, Alastor’s brow tenting in sympathy towards the other. He reaches forward and loops one gangly arm about Jezebel’s shoulders and pulls her close to his side. The free hand is reaching up to her face and his thumb runs along her lower lip in subtle AFFECTION. 

      But he gingerly pushes between her lips, exposing her sharp beam as he did so.

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