❝So, Red. Here we are.❞
Limbs would be tugged taut, loosening the tension of his joints. A hop, twice, thrice; within a single moment and he'd close the gap between them nearly instantaneously. Arm slams upon mahogany oak, index coming up under her chin as that wry smile unfolds.
❝Pick me apart—at your discretion. I'll give you one full hour.❞ (real world time).
— “Make it count.”— hu uttered breathlessly, irises of that arctic hue firing up from their slumber.
Harlequin pools settle on his own arctic hues as he practically pins her against the wall. Breath catches in her throat- and she instinctively lifts her chin as he directs her to look up at him.
“I’d be happy to- though I’m not even quite sure where exactly to start. I know you’re basically a demon, you eat souls because you don’t like human food- and you run a bar that sits seated between dimensions and is kept afloat by souls you hoard.” Squint- she puffs out her chest, challenging him as always.
“What’s your favorite color?”