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"Oh, forgive me, your highness, did i forget to curtsey? Bow? Kiss your ring or whatever? I was raised by a mortal, so if I don't know my manners it's really not my fault."
"Mortal deficiencies are no excuse." If she doesn't know, then she should educate herself. Clearly the human who had raised her hadn't bothered to teach even the most basic of manners, never mind the more elaborate fae pleasantries. The latter could be excused as ignorance, if lazy in not obtaining assistance in teaching proper etiquette but to lack even the most basic of human manners was ridiculous.
"Give me your name."
“Vengeance is bad for you” I’m not doing it for my health dude
Giggling softly she lets him experiment by tugging at random straps and ribbons, amused as he tries to figure out the puzzle. If she's purposefully making it a bit more complex to keep his hands wandering then well...
That's for her to enjoy.
"And you shall never find any other that'll be cuter than me. Ever."
He definitely knew what she was doing, but he has no complaints. More excuses were more excuses, after all. "Oh, sure. You can be my cutest most favorite forever. How's that sound?"
"Luckily for me your type is a cute cup~" The only contender and forever winner of that category. Though he's also winning now that she's showing off a pastel pink outfit that's more draped fabrics than dress.
"Oh, I like that one." Give him a minute, he wants to see if he can figure out how it comes off. For science. And later use, obviously. "Yeah, it is. Fortunately no one else is as cute as you."
She hardly minds and will encourage his hands to remain on her.
"Swooning so quickly? I'll have to remember that for when I want to have my wicked way with you, seducing you for kisses and cuddles."
"As if it's hard to seduce me." Look at him Tea, he's easy. "Got any in pastel?"
"You may have your guesses later~ Let me play around a bit first." Humming softly in thought she thought through several designs before settling on a tight backless gown.
"Does it suit me?"
"A vision, really." Don't mind him putting his hands back on you, Tea. "But I think it's hard not to."
"Silly bird. How about you tell me what color you'd like to see me in and I'll pick something to show you?"
"Aww, you're no fun. Alright." Give him a moment to think about it. "Got anything in white?"
"Come to help me with the fun of trying on outfits? I've got a few that might get you even more handsy."
"My interest is definitely piqued. Are you going to make me guess?"
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Max casually putting a hand on one.
"... Hello to you too."
"Hi darling." Hmmm, he'll give this outfit a six. She should try the strapless one with no back.
"Mm~ It was quite pretty but I have no use for a head. Not at this time anyways." When would she need one? Who knows.
"You're more important right now anyways so don't focus on those anymore." Nuzzling against his jawline she lets out a soft hum of pleasure, a pretty bird was worth more than a hundred cups. A thousand cups even.
"The best present you've brought me today..."
"I am pretty great, yeah." Look at him preen even without a beak and feathers. "So what have you been up to without me around to entertain you?"
The doll's head has her pause a moment before gently brushing it aside. The sort of things that ran through this odd demon's head.
"When I want beheadings I'll demand them clearly." For now she's going to scrutinize the cups, carefully selecting each one that sparks a thrill of delight. Into her little pocket realm they go as he is rewarded with a scattering of kisses along his neck.
"Well chosen presents, I like most of them."
"Aw, I thought the head was cool," he pouts before taking the rejected cups and the doll head. "Guess it's into the trash for these." Maybe he'd find a use for some of them later, who knew. For now, trash heap they went.
❝ not a slum, old man. ❞ this guy probably hasn't slept on thousand thread count sheets in his gods-know-how-insufferably-long life and he has the audacity to call styx a SLUM. whatever, whatever. he can sit around snorting sunshine and pixie rocks and deluding himself about his own superiority for all that ruairi cares. he might be a demon, but he isn't a stygian demon ( the difference is VERY IMPORTANT, obviously ) — which means his opinion is about as crucial as sprinkles on birthday cake. ❝ and the ink on that consent clause must've gotten smudged at some point, because i'd have to take some pretty serious hits to the head to even CONSIDER letting myself get dragged away to gods know where. ❞ he has a business to run! and a VERY expensive apartment! ( did he mention how expensive it is? ) hmph. joplin and sinclair better not let the eighth circle go up in flames while he's away.
a distinctly feline growl rumbles low in his throat at the arm thrown ever so unceremoniously around his shoulders — only for a moment, before the calcabrina manages to swallow it back. ( stupid instinct. ) booze. that's something he can get behind, at least. ❝ i do know how to be polite, you know. ❞ ruairi shoots back — the implication being he deigns not to extend the courtesy to his current company. maybe if the booze is absolutely life-changing he might reconsider. maybe.
in any case, ❝ yeah, yeah. introduce me to whoever the fuck. ❞ arms cross. he allows himself to be led, albeit begrudgingly — sometimes he actually remembers it's better to choose his battles. ❝ is this supposed to lead to something productive, or are you just screwing around? ❞
"Patience, you little brat. Booze, then we'll make sure you got all the rules in that pretty little head of yours. We've got a good thing going on, you know? I don't wanna be the one held responsible for you fucking it up."
He keeps directing him inside, heading for the kitchen. "Remember! Polite. I like this one, so I won't hesitate to make your life difficult."
Max releases Ruairi once they're inside, angling straight for the booze he knows Leanne keeps in the cupboards. "So pick your poison, yeah? We'll drink it on the roof, no one'll bother us up there as long as we don't bring it down." He set a handful of bottles on the table, gesturing.
The blonde at the counter waved absently, more interested in whatever was in her cauldron than the pair of demons though she did pause long enough to squint at the clear newcomer for a moment.
"If you get hungry just yell! I'll toss some magic up for you," she offered after a moment.
"Yes. So I deserve lots of spoiling. Tons of it in fact." Clinging to his waist she easily settles into place against him, leaning just about all of her weight against him.
"What presents?"
"You do, hm? Well then I guess it's a good thing I found all these cut cups. Also a severed doll's head. thought you'd like that." Why? Don't worry about it.
Target spotted, attack commenced-
POUNCE!!!
"Ah, missed me then." Swings her in a circle before plopping her down. "Got presents!"