It was an interesting question, and one Devlin didn't immediately have an answer for. His gaze turned pensive for a moment as he contemplated the question this stranger had posed, before finally answering with a silent roll of his shoulders.

If Dimitri hung around long enough, he would discover quite easily what it was that made Devlin tick. In honesty, Devlin could have answered the question with one simple word: hate. But as has already been evidenced, he had never been much of an honest creature...

It was then that Dimitri said something which truly set in stone the demon's opinion of the male.

'Society is bullshit.'

He laughed -- a dark and honest laugh like the crackling roar of thunder. "That it is" he agreed, feeling suddenly generous. Devlin regarded the male carefully. There was something about this stranger that he found himself utterly fascinated by.

The demon pulled himself up into a sitting position, contemplating the allure of this strange dark creature. That wicked grin of his never left his lips, though his gaze fell serious and calculating.

Finally, after a moment, he spoke. "I'm Devlin." Introductions were rare, from this devil's spawn. Ordinarily, he expected his reputation to speak for itself, and rarely would he deign to offer his name. But in this case, it seemed somehow... appropriate.

"You look cold."

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