The Devil is known for being incapable of love. You are determined to romance the living hell out of him.
“Hey, would you mind giving me a map,” I wink and found my finger guns at the Devil himself, “to your heart?”
He glanced at me for a second with a blank face before walking around me and continuing down the hall of his castle. I quickly turned and ran to walk beside him.
“I’m sorry, but it’s just that I got a little lost,” I explained before winking with another set of finger guns, “in your eyes.”
He comes to an abrupt stop and let’s out a heavy sigh. “We’ve been over this. I will not date you,” he strained out the word ‘not’.
“It’s cool. I get it,” I raised my hands in surrender, “But has anyone told you, you look,” I once more winked with a pair of finger guns, “hot as hell.”
He groaned and brought up his clawed hands to rub his forehead in frustration.
