His tastes are more equal than his experience suggests, okay? In theory, at least. He just has...a look about him, that seems to attract men. Maybe it's less of a look and more of just everything, but still.

"Don't tease me."

Or do. Just not like that! He likes the seductive, dirty monologue much better, every spine tingling option sounding better than the last. His lips find their way to her neck before she can even finish, a low murmur tumbling out as they reach the top of the stairs.

"If I should make an exception, it should be for the best." But how is he supposed to choose from such a menu? He won't. What he really wants - something he's never had, always the most forward of their trio, and not giving up enough trust for anyone else - is to not be in control. He is at Luci's mercy, why should that change?

"I want what you want. You're the goddess. Make me worship you."