[ He lets that hand wander where it pleases as he stands there in front of the demon, taking another slow drag from his magic stick. When he speaks, colourful smoke gently leaves those lips of his as before. ]
How much space do you need to give before I start to think I’m not your favorite anymore? That maybe you want someone else as your husband. Or wish someone else was?
[ Eyeing the demon, he ducks his head for a moment before he’s looking back up to him, eyes almost narrowed. ]
Better be careful with that. You know I don’t like to share too much. Know what I’m like when I get… moody.
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How much space do you need to give before I start to think I’m not your favorite anymore? That maybe you want someone else as your husband. Or wish someone else was?
[ Eyeing the demon, he ducks his head for a moment before he’s looking back up to him, eyes almost narrowed. ]
Better be careful with that. You know I don’t like to share too much. Know what I’m like when I get… moody.
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[ There's a frown at that because it was an insane thing for the demon to think that he might ever want someone else as his husband.]
There isn't a soul in this world or the next I'd want to be mine like you are mine. You are always my favorite. No man or god could compare.
[ He pointed as he reached a hand up to brush his knuckles under John's jawline.]
Hm...I do. You get stabby.