So big and gangly... his size didn't matter. With wings like his that would settle and touch along Alastor's back, he could do all the shifting he wanted.
"...I'm still angry with you, though," he muttered, despite a pause to brush a crook of a hand against his own mouth, clean himself up but not leave anything to waste with his most subtle dab of the stained knuckle against his lips to clear it.
His eyes continued to burn like embers as he took hold of this large, ridiculous form and moved it aside, gave him a shove back onto the bed proper. He weighed like nothing. Or did he...?
The devil was on the move and straddled him, gripped his vest and shirt, and wrenched them open. They were very nice... very lovely on him, but... Hm. Sorry, he supposed.
A hand smoothed down his bared chest and stomach, but the other set tight against Alastor's unmarked shoulder.
"My mind runs with so many ideas of a punishment for you, little Sinner... why, I've got so many tools to call upon when needed, many that I haven't used in far too long. But I think I've got juuust the thing..."
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"...I'm still angry with you, though," he muttered, despite a pause to brush a crook of a hand against his own mouth, clean himself up but not leave anything to waste with his most subtle dab of the stained knuckle against his lips to clear it.
His eyes continued to burn like embers as he took hold of this large, ridiculous form and moved it aside, gave him a shove back onto the bed proper. He weighed like nothing. Or did he...?
The devil was on the move and straddled him, gripped his vest and shirt, and wrenched them open. They were very nice... very lovely on him, but... Hm. Sorry, he supposed.
A hand smoothed down his bared chest and stomach, but the other set tight against Alastor's unmarked shoulder.
"My mind runs with so many ideas of a punishment for you, little Sinner... why, I've got so many tools to call upon when needed, many that I haven't used in far too long. But I think I've got juuust the thing..."