Beelzebub noted the gestures that Adam's pretty blue eyes followed, and filed the reaction away for later perusal. The expression on the Antichrist's face made Beelzebub's insides flutter nervously, and a layer of heat flushed his pale skin at the sight of Adam's teeth, lips pulled back in something more animal than the brat realized.

He stroked his hand across his throat, self-conscious, leaving slick streaks of shimmery pink on his skin. His feet carried him a step closer--too close for his own comfort, but not close enough to feel the heat that was surely radiating from Adam's skin. "I'd hardly take you for one to rush at any task," Beelzebub said, with more air than sound. Desperately, he wanted to lift his hand and touch Adam's bare side, and desperately he feared to.