Satan’s probably not even aware how animated he becomes when he talks to you about a topic he’s particularly interested in. After all he, once he starts he’s so lost in his own thoughts about it, in order to convey as much information from the top of his head as possible. To the point where he at times forgets to check if you’re still there. You always are. Even when he goes into territory that flies well over your head, you sit and listen, settling for focusing on the little details in his expression.
He’s talking about the newest season of a detective show, that he explains is a reboot of sorts of an obscure human show, you haven’t even heard of before. “It failed to gain popularity because it came out in a time where the genre was losing popularity, which is a shame because the twists were amazing and the explanations were so detailed. Apparently they had one instance where a team of physicists overlooked some of the script to see if one of the murders was even possible.” When he starts to talk about the mathematics behind the probability of being able to drop an anvil from a skyscraper and have it land on a target walking along the ground. You know you’re lost.
Not that it bothers you. With an elbow propped up onto the table, you rest your cheek into your hand, and make sure to say the occasional word encouraging him to continue, while your eyes follow every movement he makes. He must have no idea the way his eyes light up as he delves further into his ramblings, or how he excitedly leans forward remembering niche information or something he believes to be particularly interesting. Does he realises this is one of the few times, he has a genuine smile openly on display? If he can’t notice you stupidly grinning at him, while you take him all in. Then you think the answer is no.
“Ah I went really off topic, I hope you don’t mind.” Eventually he reaches his own conclusion, and realises that he’s strayed away from the original topic. Sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck at the realisation.
“Nope, not at all.” It’s as he glances at you apologetically, that he catches your grin and it takes everything in him not to grow flustered at the simple expression.
“Why are you smiling at me like that?”
“You’re cute.” That however, makes him blush.
