For him, in this kind of moment, this is silly, though the degree is lost to Istredd. "Maybe I should ask that bard for some of his works, since you were so enraptured with the thought of him singing," singing Istredd's favorites, of course. He's laughing though, no heat to the jab. Of that weird little group he actually likes Jaskier.
He stays put this time and sprawls his free hands (and arms) out around him. If he's going to be 'denied' he's not going to rise to the opportunity any touch.
Lucifer has a grand ol' library of songs to his name to rival God, and they're way more popular. So much more in the limelight since devil is less restricted to religion as God is. The rebellious anthems and the dark side and the downright evil. He's got 'em all!
Can't completely diss the classics, even if 'Lucifer' technically loses in this song. Eh. (He won the last time there was talk of a fiddle of gold against a soul, isn't that right, Sammy?)
But. Excuse him. He's a little distracted. You're welcome, asshole, it takes him a minute to pick up the line of song he had chosen to delve into. A sin in its own right, going about the rhythm so slow. But Lucifer doesn't have a fiddle, anyway.
He shifts his head to give Istredd better access, though a part of him wonders if Istredd will see the offer and pull away, the devious bastard.
He puffs out a breath. Licks his lips, slow. Eyes bright. So kindly doesn't move. "He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. And he was willin' to make a deal," he purrs. Chuckles, pushes the out-of-place tune through their minds, "Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due." His chuckles chimes between them and he slips lower beneath Istredd with what little movement he is able to manage, "I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cause I think I'm better than you."
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Date: 2023-09-20 03:16 am (UTC)He stays put this time and sprawls his free hands (and arms) out around him. If he's going to be 'denied' he's not going to rise to the opportunity any touch.
Lucifer has a grand ol' library of songs to his name to rival God, and they're way more popular. So much more in the limelight since devil is less restricted to religion as God is. The rebellious anthems and the dark side and the downright evil. He's got 'em all!
Can't completely diss the classics, even if 'Lucifer' technically loses in this song. Eh. (He won the last time there was talk of a fiddle of gold against a soul, isn't that right, Sammy?)
But. Excuse him. He's a little distracted. You're welcome, asshole, it takes him a minute to pick up the line of song he had chosen to delve into. A sin in its own right, going about the rhythm so slow. But Lucifer doesn't have a fiddle, anyway.
He shifts his head to give Istredd better access, though a part of him wonders if Istredd will see the offer and pull away, the devious bastard.
He puffs out a breath. Licks his lips, slow. Eyes bright. So kindly doesn't move. "He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. And he was willin' to make a deal," he purrs. Chuckles, pushes the out-of-place tune through their minds, "Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due." His chuckles chimes between them and he slips lower beneath Istredd with what little movement he is able to manage, "I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cause I think I'm better than you."
You see the joke now, Istredd?