[ He wraps his arms loosely about her, one hand resting lightly on her waist and the other on her knee. Perhaps he'll be able to sneak his fingers up her thigh as they talk - or, he hopes, she'll part her legs willingly.

The thrust of her compliment is unexpected. He's expected a little praise for the quality or fit of his coat or some sort of twittering over the rose on his choker - but she looks enthralled by her own projection onto him.

How can he resist? It's not even much of a lie, as long as she's not looking for a literal Lucifer. He lets his smile break into something sharper, something closer to the hunger burning under his skin ]

You've seen straight through me.

[ He leans in, his lips softening, not going for the kiss but gauging how she reacts to the possibility - a feint to test the opposition ]

Right now I'm just another sinner, but in another life, Belladonna, I was the Man of Miracles.