"We're fun to play with." There's an edge there, righteous indignation that's not even slightly about him.
He's also squeezing that hand, and he lets go abruptly. "Right. Um - over here, you should have your own - "
The door hasn't changed, but the wardrobe has expanded; there's a new section, but the original isn't any smaller. There's a definite difference in styles - a lack of chains, horns and serpents, for one thing, and a broader range of colours - but the fabric is just as luxurious.
Most of it is ridiculously revealing, but some of it isn't. As Zerxus examines a sturdy pair of trousers, "Well, that's...less petty than he could have been."
Of course, Asmodeus could snap his fingers and either of them would be wearing whatever he wanted, but that isn't the point.
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He's also squeezing that hand, and he lets go abruptly. "Right. Um - over here, you should have your own - "
The door hasn't changed, but the wardrobe has expanded; there's a new section, but the original isn't any smaller. There's a definite difference in styles - a lack of chains, horns and serpents, for one thing, and a broader range of colours - but the fabric is just as luxurious.
Most of it is ridiculously revealing, but some of it isn't. As Zerxus examines a sturdy pair of trousers, "Well, that's...less petty than he could have been."
Of course, Asmodeus could snap his fingers and either of them would be wearing whatever he wanted, but that isn't the point.