[ Maybe he will. Though at this point he's asked for his husband and he didn't pop up in his arms, so clearly there were limits to everything. ]
[ Squalo takes a sip of wine, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the taste -- it's been too long since he's had any decent wine. (I actually think this is taking place before all the booze disappears, so he's just being a snob, don't mind him.) ]
And you love exceeding expectations, don't you?
[ He inquires, leaning back in his chair with the glass in hand. He's sort of projecting here, going off the fact both he and Satan were prideful creatures, but he would never learn more about him if he didn't keep asking questions. ]
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[ Squalo takes a sip of wine, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the taste -- it's been too long since he's had any decent wine. (I actually think this is taking place before all the booze disappears, so he's just being a snob, don't mind him.) ]
And you love exceeding expectations, don't you?
[ He inquires, leaning back in his chair with the glass in hand. He's sort of projecting here, going off the fact both he and Satan were prideful creatures, but he would never learn more about him if he didn't keep asking questions. ]