|| Lucifer snorted at the sarcasm, and replied with a huff. "No, I do not 'flaunt' my personal life unless I have to. " He let out a over-dramatic distressed noise. "And I thought you liked me! But fine. If you are too pathetic for me to grace your presence, I will leave."|
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.