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innocentlittlelucifer:

Lucifer let out a small, and rather fake snicker as he licked over his lower lip, running his hand over his face to rid the frustrated expression. He knew exactly what this individual was doing, and he was succeeding in it. As much as the elder wanted to not give this morsel the satisfaction of seeing him angry, his temper always managed to get the best of him and prevented that from happening.

Staying silent for only a few moments, he thought about what to do about this annoying little situation. The other clearly craved danger, and leave it to the Devil to give him what he wanted. When the male inched closer to the archangel, as did he, took a few steps towards him and placed his hand on the strangers chest to back the individual up into the frail, decaying wall.

Lucifer rested his hand on the wall near said cannibals head, eyeing him intently with no emotion in Luce’s face. “I’ll ask nicely once more before you make me lose my goddamn mind. Please, leave.. so I wont have to paint the floor and walls with your guts and blood. I’m really—” He clutched his fist next to the males head, stiffing out a small chuckle. “I’m really trying my hardest not to sink my teeth into your jugular and rip it from your neck.”

Amusement tinted his features, his entire posture to be exact. This was his best game yet and he had no intention of losing, not quitting. Oh no. It was far too pleasurable to see the other struggle with his own anger, something Leon himself did from time to time as well. It was very rare however and of course he was bad at handling it. Lacking the ability to recognize anger when ti was emerging was troublesome, so was lacking knowledge of nervousness and fright, sense of boundaries.So of course he pressed on, lacking self-preservation made it all so much easier. And when his back hit the wall he was thrilled, finally receiving some sort of response, in the manner he searched for. He raised a brow, features lit up by a mocking grin as he swayed his head from side to side as much as he could manage, not wanting his temple to bump against the other’s arm. 

“Is the little devil getting angry?" He uttered, pursing his lips in feigned pity for a moment before the grin settled back into place. "You know, it’s hard for me to leave when you haver over me like this.” He stated, seemingly unconcerned as he shrugged lazily.“And you know, what you just described, if you did it, it wouldn’t kill me. So nu use in trying." With that said, his fingers curled into the collar of the other’s shirt, jerking him to the side, switching their positions with ease, mimicking the posture the other had held only second earlier. "There are two ways of killing me, none of them involves tearing my body apart. So you better reconsider deer." As his grin widened once again, sharp edges of his elongated canines were exposed, the crusnik himself letting the tooth on the right side graze his tongue harshly enough to draw blood, for his own satisfaction once again, a bad habit of sort.