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[odaystar]

"Speak my name and I will hear it."
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[odaystar]

I'm certain there's some around here, if you need it. Or I can summon it.

[This is his domain after all -- nothing stops him from having what he wants.

Well, most of what he wants, at least.]

I suppose everything else is acceptable to you?

[sharktrash]

More or less.

[ Squalo finally finds a bottle and inspects the label. ]

Any chance you can get [ insert the name of some very expensive italian red wine that goes well with meat dishes here ] ?

[odaystar]

[Just watch him snap his fingers and that bottle becomes the wine Squalo asked for.]

Is that what you wanted, darling?

[sharktrash]

[ Holyshit actual fucking magic. Or an illusion. Squalo sniffs the bottle suspiciously, scratches at the label, tries biting the neck... everything seems real enough. Huh. ]

[ Could he also do this with people? ]

...yes, that's exactly it.

[ He carefully constructs the carefree smirk back on his face, uncorks the wine and pours it into two fancy wine glasses. Then he gets up to cut the meat and put it on their plates before spooning in some garnish to go with it. ]

So. How are you doing? I wouldn't expect you're too fond of this holiday.

[ What with God getting a new favorite son and all. ]

[odaystar]

[Well, Squalo will just have to ask sometime just how much his magic is able to control. He gives a bit of a smile.

It fades as he continues to speak, however.]

It isn't quite as important to me as it is to God. [he gives a shrug of his shoulders.]

But it was an expected gesture of me.

[sharktrash]

[ 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. ]

[odaystar]

[Well, he can't quite just yank whoever into hell, it's true.

But he is good for a bit of wine, a few other things..

He can't help a bit of a smile.]

I do like putting on a good show, I suppose.

[sharktrash]

[ That's still quite good. Squalo certainly seems to appreciate it; he's sucking down that wine like a sponge. ]

[ He also tries to catch and hold eye contact as he speaks. ]

Good. I have quite high expectations for this evening, after all.

[odaystar]

[That gets a laugh out of him as he takes a bite of the food, considering.]

I do hate to leave a date disappointed.

[sharktrash]

Oh. They just got higher.

[ Squalo smirks as he cuts himself a bite of meat and puts it in his mouth, maybe just a little more sensually than strictly necessary. ]

So. You have date nights often?

[odaystar]

How cruel.

[He smiles, watching Squalo in amusement as he eats.]

No, not at all. Few would want to date the Devil, I'm afraid.

[sharktrash]

[ Squalo just gives him a wry smile in return. It's pointless to argue that, even if he doesn't think he's being cruel right now. ]

I can't imagine why.

[ Lucifer is free to elaborate or pass it off as a joke. ]

[odaystar]

I can't either... I'm rather fun.

[He gives a smile.]

And I suppose you aren't terrible either, so far.

[sharktrash]

A bit terrifying at times, but yes, I agree.

[ He gives a smile right back. ]

I'll take that... for now. Do you like it?

[ He's talking about the food, of course. ]

[odaystar]

Terrifying, is it?

[He gives a nod at the next question.]

You're rather talented in the kitchen, I see. I hadn't quite expected it, if I'm honest.

[sharktrash]

Let's say anyone else would have shat their pants when you threatened them. Not me, though, obviously.

[ because he's special, that's why. appreciate it. he smirks, looking the Devil right in the eyes as he raises the wine glass to his lips. ]

Why not? I'm talented in quite a few things.

[odaystar]

[That has him laughing deeply. Leave it to Squalo to word things so-- colorfully.]

Perhaps. It may have ruined the mood, if you had.

[He's still smiling.]

You are. Perhaps we should go to bed soon so you can show me what else.

[sharktrash]

Oh yes. Good thing I'm famous for my steel balls.

[ He "accidentally" glances at his fakeass hand, then at Lucifer. ]

Oh, no, not literally.

[ he's fucking hilarious, okay ]

[ ahem ]

I was hoping you'd put a bigger dent in your food first.

[ Which is not a no, honestly, but there's something very tantalizing about forcing Satan to wait some more. ]

[odaystar]

I'll possibly have to check, just to be absolutely certain.

[Oh, entirely hilarious.

And also entirely persistent that he eat first apparently. He arches a brow in response.]

Well-- I suppose it would be rude to let it go to waste.

[sharktrash]

Be my guest.

[ He smirks almost suggestively and sips more wine. Damn, that's good. Especially after being forced to stay sober. He'll put the rest of his plate's contents into his mouth piece by piece, examining the room while at it. Is the bed there? Does it have fucking rose petals on it? He'd like this to be memorable, thank you. ]

It holds pretty well if stored in a cool place. [ In other words, Lucifer doesn't have to finish it all now... just enough to appease Squalo. ] If you can get me better ingredients, I could whip up something fancier, too. Another time, of course.

[ He's all cooked out for today, and it's just about time for Satan dick. ]

[odaystar]

[Well, perhaps not rose petals... but there is some champagne chilling close to it, and the silk bedding is turned down in wait. There are a few other supplies nearby -- lube, a few toys, should inspiration strike them.

It will be a very memorable night simply because it's with the devil, than you very much.]

Give the ingredients to the staff when you've got a list. I'll be sure to tell them not to disappoint you.

so can i assume squalo has access to good ingredients from this day on 👌

[sharktrash]

[ Well, yes. It being the devil certainly helps. And of course Squalo thinks that any time spent with him is special as well, because he's that great. ]

[ And also probably pretty boring in bed aside from anything violent, but that remains to be seen. ]

Thank you. [ He doesn't say these words a lot, so Lucifer better give them the weight they're worth. ]

[ Once he's finished with his food and wine (they probably finish that bottle between the two of them, honestly) he gets up and moves to sit on the end of the bed. He moves slowly, gracefully, as if making sure he's looking just a bit otherworldly as he fixes his hair, glancing back over his shoulder invitingly. Once seated, he retrieves the champagne, smirks as he pops the cork, and pours a glass before holding it out for Lucifer with an expectant look. ]

Yes!

[odaystar]

[He smiles at the thank you, just something quiet and appreciative. For as much fuss and drama as he seems to prefer, genuine gratitude isn't something he's used to receiving... let alone have any comfort in accepting properly.

Once they've finished at the table, he doesn't hesitate to join Squalo on the bed. He accepts the glass before he settles next to him on the mattress, close.]

As much as I may have enjoyed you in public, having you in private may be even better... surprisingly.

excellent excellent

[sharktrash]

I should hope so. I'm quite the catch.

[ There's no hint of bluff or doubt in his tone, he says it like a long-tested fact, same like the sun setting in the West. ]

Might not even bite this time... unless you'd like me to, of course.

[ Nonetheless, he does look appreciative of Lucifer's current form as well, and the look he's giving him is no short of dirty when he pours his own glass and holds it up for a clink. ]

To us.

[odaystar]

[There's an amused huff at that statement. So confident, isn't he? Lips curl as he tips his glass against Squalo's in a toast.]

To us... and we'll see about the biting.

[For now, he's taking it upon himself to slide carefully on to Squalo's lap, straddling him, drink still in hand.]

We've a long night ahead of us.