—{ And the words did appeal to a certain sense of p r i d e. Chin raising a little, a sliver of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Not so much in regard to the suit, but in the admiration of the vessel as a whole, because Sam was - P E R F E C T - and Lucifer would not garb his most precious, most beloved in the rags of something beneath his station… rightful King of Hell and Prince of Heaven by ‘occupation’… }—
…It’s not everyone who thinks a white suit is appropriate day-wear, though I do think that every day should be an — occasion.
"Everyday people have settled to a boring normative style and I do admire your choices.“ She gestured pointedly at her own attire; a black crochet dress that fell below the knees, a thick red belt and stilettos of the same color, and a dark wig upon her mane of snakes.
"As an artist, I prefer the aesthetics in all aspects of my life, even the company I surround myself with.” She would hope he’d take the hint, for the sake of that chiseled jaw she could not stop eyeing.
