Fine. Just trying to make polite conversation. [She took a sip of her drink and set the glass down, moving to put the bottle back in it’s spot on the shelf, trying to contain her laughter when he spat it out.]
Virgin’s blood mixed with the memories of an old friend who died in an…. accident four months ago. Would you like something else? I’ve got some scotch hidden away from the 1600s.
[Oh, he had his fair share of blood, but he had gorged himself on Topside, store-bought drinks since he had abandoned Hell. He was lucky he didn’t throw up— the memories were old, and virgin blood was never his first choice.] I prefer the blood of a glutton. [He glanced around for something to wash the blood down with, but ended up using a napkin to wipe it from the inside of his mouth.]
'm not a threat, in case you were wondering. [She shifted on her feet, uneasy with him being so fixed on her. Turning away from him, she reached for a bottle and two glasses, filling one up and holding onto it.] Fancy a drink? It's not poisoned. And what brings you here?
None of your business. [Despite being detached from the feud between Heaven and Hell, Beez still thought himself superior to the vampire, but the thought was subconscious.] I know you’re not a threat. [Whatever she had been offering, he took it without a second thought—
and spit it back out immediately.]
That’s fucking disgu— what is that?
Well hello there.
[He squinted his eyes a little. He knew what she was, he could easily tell by her scent. Should he kill her? Should he just leave it? Either way, she was really no threat, not against him. His expression let her know that he was thinking, rather loudly, and had finally decided he would spare her.] Hello.
I’ve been called a Genie and a Fairy, and a mortal. Can I please just say my name? This is getting ridiculous.
Luci the fairy. Luci the genie.
Does that make me a genie?
I’m here. Now what were your other two wishes?
How about a bed with you on it?