Passion returned the Devil’s snort and rolled his eyes. “You say that like there is a situation where it is ever necessary to talk about that kind of stuff.” Unless Lucifer was somehow put in a life threatening situation where sharing their secret was somehow vital, the personification saw no logical reason that would ever come up. Actually, considering that it was lucifer he was talking about, there was still no reason, and that one wasn’t logical in the first place. So long as the Fallen didn’t decide it would be funny to spread any interesting tidbits of information, everything should turn out fine. Somehow, when making deals with the Devil, Passion still found it difficult to invest too much trust in someone known for his betrayal.
The persona raised an eyebrow at Lucifer’s sigh, momentarily disturbed by the usually reserved figure’s sudden expressiveness. He felt guilty for a fleeting second for being distrustful. “Well yeah, I like you — not romantically — but you didn’t seem too douchey whe-” It was soon obvious that the Devil’s sadness was all just part of a mocking joke. Passion scrunched up his brow and stood suddenly, offended by Satan’s condescension, but more so upset with himself for falling for a demon’s pity game. He glared for a long second, a look that might have been almost barely intimidating if his embarrassment wasn’t apparent. “Don’t you call me pathetic! King or not, you’re in my house now asshole! And actually, if you’re really not going to be serious about this, then lock the door on the way out!” He then turned away, one third of his mind waiting for a click of the door, another hoping for an apology and intelligent conversation, and the other still reminding himself that it was really stupid to have believed a word of what Lucifer said. He muttered a few curses with fleetingly audible phrases, including ‘not pathetic’, ‘goddamn liar’, and several repetitions of ‘stupid, stupid, stupid…’
Despite all of his overreactions, Passion still felt the weight of worry in his stomach, and eventually his curses faded into the faintest mumbles of future fears. He’d take everything back if he could, including whatever ridiculous thought had spurned the decision that it was a wonderful idea to visit the hellish castle of the sinners’ king.

W-what what?!

The almighty attitude should have been expected from any sort of king, but it didn’t make anything any less irritating. The personification narrowed his eyes, unappreciative of Lucifer’s tone of voice, king or not. Still, even as his brow furrowed, Passion didn’t mention how less-than-royal the visitor appeared, spawled out on his couch like he was about to sleep in it. It was a bit more difficult for Passion to restrain a sarcastic remark, accompanied by some exaggerated smiles. “Yes, well, I can only hope my humble abode can satisfy your kingly expectations, your highness.” He clapped his hands together, clasping them and bowing lightly with the same mocking air, clearly not enjoying Satan’s bullshit.

Once the persona felt satisfied, he dropped the act with a quick nod and allowed himself to lean back into a chair across from the lounging guest. His face was supported by a hand that pushed his cheek into a less flattering position, but the frown on the persona’s face wasn’t exactly on show for seduction. “Well, I just wanted to make sure we were clear on that. I didn’t know i you were the type to ‘flaunt’ it or whatever, so I was just making sure.” His other hand drummed three fingers three times in succession in the small silence that followed before Passion murmured a last thought on the matter. “And this is not going to become a ‘thing’ we do, okay?” He huffed and sat up properly, hands now clasped in his lap. “That was a big dumb mistake and we can put that behind us now, right? Right. Alright.” He smiled again, a pleading grin that begged for a change in topic, though it was impossible to tell if the Devil was even awake.

Groaning loudly, Passion let his head fall back while his expressive arms fell slack to his sides. He took a moment to breathe deeply and return to a less dramatic position, crossing his arms and drumming his fingers as he listened to the Devil’s response. The persona almost flinched at the cold directness of Lucifer’s words, knowing that they weren’t entering any sort of serious relationship, but feeling a bit used from how easy it was for the demon to dismiss him. “That’s not what I meant.” He sighed and wished that there was an easy way to drop the conversation entirely, but he had too much to worry about to just let it go. “I mean just… what does this make ‘you and I’, if you prefer that wording better. I mean we’re obviously not strangers if you for some reason feel it’s fine to just waltz on in here like nobody’s business!” He huffed and drummed his fingers a few more times and glancing away to instead focus on a suddenly interesting patch of carpet. “…And I don’t think that not being a Virtue or Sin magically excludes me from punishment. There’s bound to be someone out there that wouldn’t be too happy to see a neutral siding with the sinners.” He raised his chin indignantly. “Not to say I would, but I don’t think anyone else needs to know about this whole… affair then, okay?” The personification shifted uncomfortably. “At least not any angels or whatever. Even if it doesn’t tur out to be a balance issue, I… I don’t think they’d like me a whole bunch after hearing about that.” He looked over at the visitor again, hoping he wasn’t falling aleep behind those irritatingly unexpressive bangs of his, and waiting for some sign of confirmation.

Passion was thrown off by how casual Lucifer was about the whole affair. It was naive to expect that the original Sinner himself thought too much about one fling, but something irked the persona about how little the Devil thought of it. ” ‘So?’ This is a big deal! What do you mean, ‘So’ ?” The persona gesticulated dramatically, suddenly less quiet about the matter. “I mean, what now? Where does that leave us? What if someone finds out?! Oh my God I’ll be in so much trouble…”

Passion bounced one leg to alleviate how stressed Lucifer was making him and released a long, airy breath through his nose, still looking sidewardly at nothing in particular. “You know… I visited you… things went in an odd direction.” He swallowed and glanced back over at Lucifer. “And we should talk about it.”

Passion gave a questioning look before remembering the pesky double meaning to his name and scoffing. “That’s not what I meant! I work with other things… too.” He frowned and glanced away, no longer interested in keeping eye contact. “I’ve just been… thinking. About… you know…” He tapped a foot impatiently, not wanting to explain and hoping Lucifer was just as good at picking up the on implied meanings as well as he was at coming up with unimplied ones.