Belial had never found it particularly difficult to chat with females of any sort, and sexual innuendo was definitely in his ballpark. Not that he had ever had much time to practice with anyone for the past few centuries. There had been Rubicante--and a flashier incubus he couldn't have imagined--but that affair was short-lived and never amounted to anything more than the other demon having a passing interest in his silk drapery and hard liquor collection. And Rubicante had hardly had the proper implements of a female, either.
He pushed the drink across the counter, sans her favorite part, and leaned in, all dark charm and silent grace.
Hand out, he proffered the whipped cream in a line on his finger.
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Date: 2006-09-22 12:22 am (UTC)He pushed the drink across the counter, sans her favorite part, and leaned in, all dark charm and silent grace.
Hand out, he proffered the whipped cream in a line on his finger.