• Asmodeus was having a particularly boring day. As the demon of lust, one would think him to have a particularly lustful day, but no, he'd decided to keep his best friend Rosier company. As everyone knows, Rosier is the most boring demon around. As only the demon of love could be. Asmodeus' human form was slender with faint hints of muscles that could almost be seen as feminine. His face was the epitome of male beauty, large violet eyes framed with long lashes, full ruddy lips, a faint color to his cheeks. Golden blonde hair spilled around his head as he laid it on Rosier's lap, sprawling out across their restaurant booth on his back. He was dressed in a purple satin shirt with black pleather pants, black pleather boots, and a black faux-rabbit fur coat. No animals were ever harmed in the making of his outfits. "I'm bored." He whined with a thick British accent. "Why must we be here, again? We don't even need to eat, you know.."

    Rosier looked exceedingly less pimp-like in a black cashmere sweater over a pair of faded blue jeans. His face and body were more masculine, harder and broader, his brown eyes sharper. His square jaw was faintly dusted with stubble, thick brown hair just barely reaching his shoulders yet pulled back into a ponytail. Though with his right hand he poked at a cut-up piece of steak set before him, his left dropped to blindly pat at his friend's face before finding his hair to pet. His eyes were currently trained upon a couple talking three tables over. "Some of us enjoy our purpose, you know. That man over there is about to propose to his girlfriend." Rosier sat his fork down and leaned back in the booth, dropping his gaze to the demon giving him an incredulous look. "I -like- humans."

    "I can't see why.." The blonde retorted. "-Humans- can have love. -I'm- the only one who loves -you-." As wrinkled his nose. "You know you hate that." Rosier sighed and shoved Asmodeus off of his lap, causing the demon to squeak as he fell to the floor. He turned then to watch the human man slide down to a knee in front of his girlfriend. "Love is many a splendored thing."