@AdversaryOfLies Her eyes lock onto his, unyielding, but there’s a faint smirk. She’s ready to dig in, and if he’s playing games, she’s more than ready to flip the board.
@AdversaryOfLies S.H.I.E.L.D.’s got you on their radar for a reason. You’re not just here to ‘relax.’ What’s the real play? And don’t think that warm-and-fuzzy trick is working
I’ve punched out bigger manipulators than you.”++
@AdversaryOfLies hint of amusement. “I’ll humor you. Dinner. You talk. I listen. But if you try to dodge my questions, I’m not above blasting a hole through your nice balcony. Deal?
Carol gestures toward the stairs, motioning for him to lead the way, her eyes never leaving his. She’s ready.
@AdversaryOfLies I’m touched. But don’t think a spread of food and that devilish grin will make me forget why I’m here. Fury wants to know what an angel fallen or not is doing setting up shop in 616. And I’m not big on patience.”
She tilts her head, sizing him up, her tone sharp but laced with a+
@AdversaryOfLies your view. What’s your game in 616?”
Her eyes narrow, ready for his inevitable dodge, but she’s not above enjoying the verbal sparring with the Devil himself
@AdversaryOfLies club owner, *problem* has her on edge, but she’s not here to play games. Not entirely.*
“Lucifer,” she calls out, voice sharp as she steps onto the balcony, arms crossed. “Fancy setup. But let’s cut the charm offensive. Fury’s got questions, and I’m not here for your whiskey ++
Carol steps out from the shadows, her eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her voice smooth but edged with a playful challenge.
"Well, well, Lucifer Morningstar himself, shirtless and sipping spirits under the stars. Didn’t expect to stumble on *this* scene.+