"Wellllll, if it isn't my favorite little hell-raiser!" Cue the smile twisting up on his lips, uneven and crooked at first--sharp, pointed--before mellowing out, picking up on the other side, genuine and joyful. Do leans back against the door frame, arms crossed, head cocked to one side. "You look as unchanged as ever, cupcake. Immortal good-looks for an immortal soul. Still doing the whole 'live fast, die young, bad girls do it well' thing?"
“Am I so obvious?”
Luci’s smile is as always at first — joyous, delightful, and genuine, and appreciative of the wordplay of which Dio is so fond.
“I could say the same about you, but we’d be flattering each other aimlessly for hours. Not that I haven’t enjoyed my fair share of it before…”
A spark lights behind her eyes and she laughs, the combed, wavy locks of her blonde hair shaking gently and falling back to rest.
“Well, what would you do under a two-year countdown?”
