He flashes her a handsome smile that she might have melted to had she been younger, more naive and less tarnished by previous experience. Lucifer’s treatment had made her question her self worth. But Witche knew that she was a pretty little thing, at least on the outside. And she was eagerly lapping up Theseus’ undivided attention.
The former lead of the Northern Ruins explains what had kept him away from his home. A death in the family. How noble of him. For the briefest of moments Witche questions whether she would drop everything to go to her daughter's aid? The moment is brief because she already knew the answer, absolutely not! Magika was only born as part of her contractual obligations to Lucifer as a member of his herd. Now that relationship had been dissolved she felt no obligation towards that little brat. The Demon king kept the home and kid as part of the divorce. Which was fine with Witche since she was a selfish creature by nature.
As Theseus leans forwards she finds herself fluttering her eyelashes at him in response. There’s a flash of indignation in her dark eyes at the use of the word stolen. There’s an urge to quip back with something like ‘you can’t steal something that’s been abandoned’. But she managed to hold her tongue on this occasion. A snide remark is what made her homeless in the first place. Then again she still thinks Lucifer massively over-reacted there.
It was easier to catch more flies with honey than vinegar afterall. But she wasn’t trying to catch flies. He looked much better than a fly. And, so far at least, was far less annoying.
“You're welcome to come home with me if you like,” she spoke with her eyes half closed in a seductive manner, “that’s if you have nowhere else to go.” Of course Witche had no intention of relinquishing her title so she had better make that clear. “On one condition,” she states, leaning forward and stretching up, her nose so close to his he could probably feel her warm breath on his skin. “That I stay in charge,” a slightly threatening grin then spread across her lips, “if that’s OK with you, T?”
