—colliding with the Winchester’s jaw before letting him go.] Play nice, pet. teapawt.net/chivalrisms/status/987…
[Dean obviously didn’t learn his lesson the first time; a gleeful fact for the angel. Inhaling slowly Lucifer’s gaze drifts towards the offending grasp held on his hair before sighing.] Dean.
[His tone is low before a hand fists into the other’s shirt and pulls him up; a fist— teapawt.net/chivalrisms/status/987…
[Lucifer pulled back, his hand immediately moving to rest over his heart as facial features twisted into one of adoration.] Do you know how adorable you are when you make empty threats?
[Free hand reaching out to knock Dean’s arm down that was currently supporting him.] teapawt.net/chivalrisms/status/987…
[Taking a step forward, he shrugs.] Both words start with P. Close enough for me, pal.
[Leaning down so that he’s at eye level with Dean, he gives a taunting laugh.] Maybe it would work better on Sammy. teapawt.net/chivalrisms/status/987…
/Oops/. My bad.
[Emitting a satisfied chuckle, he ends the pain just as quickly as it began. The image of Dean doubled over in pain enough for the moment.]
Still immune to my persuasions, Winchester? teapawt.net/chivalrisms/status/987…
Really? [A brow lifts in amusement.]
To /all/ my persuasions? Let’s test that out shall we?
[The palm of his right hand opens before beckoning him closer; quickly growing impatient Lucifer snaps. Littler internal bleeding never killed anyone.] teapawt.net/chivalrisms/status/987…
That could be arranged. I’ve got my tricks.
[Slight head tilt as he gestures towards the Hunter.]
I’m also quite good at persuasion. teapawt.net/chivalrisms/status/987…
[Eyes roll as he gives an impish grin.]
I like to think I always achieve my dreams, Dean-o. Don’t be such a pessimist. teapawt.net/chivalrisms/status/987…
Okay, Winchester.
Blame it all on poor ol’ Satan.
Let’s not forget all the fun you had down under. I can still hear the screams.