Descent
Despite the pain he was in–because surely that should have hurt, Alastor suddenly smirked, looking strangely and annoyingly endeared, “This thing really stings like hell, you know, but it's also kind of flattering.”
“Excuse me?”
“You unsheathed your sword but you didn't use it. You stabbed me but you chose a dagger that hurts but isn't sharp enough to even kill–which means you don't really want to murder me. Damn, you could be into BDSM for all I know and okay, that’s freaking hot…” Alastor suddenly paused, looking at her weirdly, “Wait a minute... is this how you flirt in the underworld?”
Proserpina immediately composed herself, “I have never flirted before. And no, I do not engage in such