Her demeanor and presence was rather interesting at this point… Here she was, offering something as enticing as a fresh, highly pure soul. And her words, while she spoke as a demoness, something no man should truly believe and not suspect foul play… He couldn’t completely suspect her. She certainly was not pure white, that was easy to see, but she was not pure black either. Borderline, perhaps? Somewhere within that grey margin that he found himself within?
The raven gave a small, courteous smirk, as he finally reached up and accepted the vial she held. If it was an alliance she wanted, first she would certainly have to show she was worthy of such a trust. It wasn’t easy to gain, but with time, it was plausible, in the right circumstances.
"Well, Madam Red, I certainly cannot blame you for wanting such a thing. I certainly am not the best enemy to make, I can assure you…" he tells her. "A wise decision, in fact. You’re certainly not as foolish as many have been before. I appreciate that already. Perhaps this could turn into the beginning of something s what you want."
Ｗith the vial accepted, those twin ruby eyes lulled and slid back towards the elder demon. Her nails grazing against his glove with the exchange, before they fell to casually hook along one of the button on his jacket. Those fingers seemed oddly inclined to wandering. “Hmm～”
Ｔhe woman was no other colour but red; the neutral shade of grey would never define her. She was the embodiment of passion itself; a scarlet blur of hatred and love, anger and fire all rolled up into one metaphor. Yet she seemed to gain a control over herself in death, that she had lacked in life. There was a surreal understanding of the world now; she always grew from her mistakes. So it could be questioned– what was she doing now? What was her game? Her goals and intentions? Perhaps Sebastian would learn those with time.
“Ｐlease, you have permission to call me Angelina, or Anne if you desire.” The woman would venture, lips quirking upwards to flash incisors behind those cherry painted lips. “and I can only hope that this will bloom into a beneficial acquaintance for both of us.” She continued while those manicured nails caressed the crest engraved into one of his fastenings.
“Ｓo,” Angelina said “Are you going to invite me farther then the foyer..?” ♥