A faint blush to his cheeks as he gives a shy nod, waving his hand before a rose appeared between fingers, for the king.
❝ I do not have anything booked for this evening, if you wish to come visit me at my quarters, Asmo.~ ❞
"Oh you're cute too...perhaps you could figure out an outfit for me...I'll even pose for it all too~"
A soft kiss pressed to the back of the hand, a purr escaping the prince's lips.
"And please, spare me the titles, Asmodeus, Asmo or As is more than alright..."
❝ that is what I said and he refuses to listen! ❞
He’s calm, totally calm, fixing his hair and huffing softly before extending a hand to shake.
❝ the pleasure is all mine, I have been meaning to stop by but business always drags me away. ❞
"Unless it's navy blue and gold, I don't want to hear blue and yellow as a combination...we all serve Lord Lucifer darling, but I don't believe I've had the pleasure to meet you, until now..."
Eyeing him up and down a little.
"You're very pleasant to look at though..."
He shakes his hand and offers a small smile,
❝ very briefly, I mainly serve lord lucifer. wrath is. . .too temperamental to work with and his sense of colour matching is atrocious— no one wants a blue and yellow suit. ❞
Grinning widely and chuckling softly.
"Oh I like you already...did you used to style our little Wrathie? And I understand the horrid smell completely, could never linger too long there myself..."
Extending a hand out.
"Asmodeus..."
He pauses and turns on his heel, raising a brow; status seemingly mattered none to him.
❝ not new, just new on top of the devils realm. this place stinks worse than the sweaty demons from the wrath circle. ❞
❝ come in come in, I shall fetch you a towel and dry clothes. ❞
He steps aside, warm air escaping and brushing over them both as he picks up his cat and stops it from leaving.
She didn’t mean to disturb him, just find some shelter from the storms as her bike lays outside needing repairs.
She is sopping wet and looking absolutely miserable.