Beelzebub caught his lower lip between his teeth, briefly, and lifted his gaze back to Adam's mouth. Sudden urges being popular at the moment, he could think of places that he wanted that mouth to need to hurry. It startled him--millenia had passed since he had ever let himself feel the urge that was rising out of Adam's proximity.

"I'd like to find out," he said, and snapped his jaw shut on the tail of his words, enormously embarrassed by his absent slip and lack of self control. His footing didn't falter, however--nor did he wanted it to. If only Adam were closer; the thought was almost possessive.

Oh, what strange thoughts he was having.