Oh, Haarlep. You do so adore your little victories. Very well. Keep them.
I have found that those who require trophies are rarely the ones winning the game.
Very demanding indeed. I find myself more than suited to meeting both your standards and your needs where it counts.
I haven't heard any complaints, at least. But then again, you do so love when I muffle your mouth 🥰😘
My, Haarlep. Such confidence.
Still, I shall reserve judgment until I see the finished performance. You know how terribly demanding my standards can be.
Do try not to exhaust yourself before evening. I would hate for all that enthusiasm to be wasted.
Hm, but of course, Master.
Speaking of cold-weather and keeping bodies warm, I wouldn't mind wearing you later tonight... I do fit like a glove, after all. And as you know, my tongue may as well be a machine once I happen to thread a particularly long, thick, impressive needle.
You know that cliché old feat of tying a cherry with one's tongue? I was bored this afternoon, and now I'm able to crochet with mine. I'm halfway to a scarf.
An intriguing method of summoning me home, I must admit. Though I cannot say I approve of the destruction of my favorite possessions as a means of gaining my attention.
* Raphael snapped his fingers, and the shattered vase was restored in an instant, every fragment returning-
Ah, there you are!
*The Incubus' tail began to wag, his expression far more like the cat who got the cream than it should've been.*
I bet with that very same gnome as to whether or not you'd respond to such a call. It's not my favorite way to make you come, but it will do. »
incubus’ posture, Raphael made no move toward the bed.*
There is no pleasure sweeter to me than watching my wayward protégés savor the consequences of their own misdeeds.
*His gaze sharpened.*
That includes you,Haarlep. And I am perfectly capable of postponing other indulgences-
*Raphael froze in the doorway of the boudoir. His gaze fell first upon the shattered remains of one of his favorite vases, then slowly shifted to the obvious culprit responsible for its unfortunate condition.*-
Crash.
Another inconsequential decorative vase shattered as he knocked it from its perch.
The Demon's tail swayed back and forth, twitched at the tip. A bored yawn overtook him, and he flopped back onto the expansive bed.
Gods, was he bored.
Remind me, next time, to instruct Nubaldin to remove that clumsy tail of yours. It should take at least a week to grow back.
*His eyes lingered on the wreckage with visible disappointment.*
My gatekeeper has been eager to add it to his collection for quite some time now, and-
*Upon the table before him, in a sudden flare of ash and hellfire, there appears a rose of breathtaking beauty. Tucked among its velvet petals is a small note bearing the following words:
"No blossom in creation dares compare
To those immortal eyes that capture mine; -
@archdevil_meph@sanguinemors@Galereturn@NotYourSzarr Of course, Father. I answer when summoned. You, on the other hand, appear unable to stop invoking my attention. I confess, the devotion is almost flattering.