[ It's better than TV, really. The man goes through several stages of expression, from glancing down at Elio's awkward boner without commenting on it, Elio is counting his blessings currently, to looking around, looking up and saying, he's the devil, he draws out people's desires... Elio stares at him for a long, long time without saying anything, just frowning slightly and trying to puzzle it together in his head. Is he making fun of him? Why would he, why would he lie? Is he crazy, exhibit A and B and C suggest yes. Still, Elio can't shake what happened to the girl, what isn't happening to him and the crazy thing would be to believe him, but where would the devil go if not LA? Where else would the devil be?
If the devil existed. What would he look like? Slight stubble, tall, broad, tanned?
Elio meets the other man's eyes as his face lights up in some kind of childish glee and he's back to smiling widely, so Elio thinks dangerous again and gets a little harder. You're a suspect, the consultant realizes, and they both draw the same conclusion, he can do with Elio what he wants, can't he?
Nevertheless, Elio doesn't step back. He stands his ground. ]
I'm a suspect who doesn't believe in the Devil, will that be a problem?
[ There's no sarcasm to his tone, he's completely serious. ]
[ Elio looks right back at him and tells him he doesn't believe in the Devil and for a second, Lucifer thinks he might be an atheist (could be worse, really) when it occurs to him that an atheist wouldn't put it so specifically - it's an odd thing to single out, if by principle you're trying to distance yourself from the Christian faith. Most people go, "I don't believe in God" or something equally unoriginal. Not to mention, it always makes them sound really stupid, he means, how do you so readily denounce something you can't possibly prove the in-existence of - but that's neither here nor there.
Tilting his head slightly sideways, he looks at Elio briefly. Then, he picks out his phone and types in a text for the Detective - or he would, rather, if she hadn't already texted him with an order to head back to the precinct. What, on his own, two feet? She's a monster.
Back to the man at hand, however... ]
Not at all.
[ He pockets his phone and fixes Elio with another searching stare, though it's not as intensely adamant anymore. Curious, rather. Very. ]
Jewish, right? Might've figured that out from your last name.
[ Still doesn't explain his mojo immunity - unless he's suddenly Jesus which, well, doubt it. Dad's eccentric but that would just be a flat-out bizarre move. With a mumbled come on, then he slips past him towards the door by the far end of the hallway. He's taking him with him, obviously. Wouldn't do to lose this one, not before he figures out what's up and what's down. With his Mum here, with Dad in a godly snit, you just don't leave these things up to circumstance. ]
[ Not at all, answers the man who's the Devil and Elio feels an urge to reach up and dig out his Star of David from around his neck, but refrains mostly by second nature. Jews of discretion, still. Always. However, it's as if the other man has read his mind and looks at him curiously, concluding his faith from his last name and it is pretty standard, isn't it? It's not necessarily some magic trick or cosmic power. It simply still feels like it could be, that's all. ]
It kind of gave it away, didn't it?
[ And because he hasn't thought of Oliver for all of two minutes, Elio turns and follows the consultant, he still hasn't caught his name, he forgot, but it could be a lot of things, if he's the Devil. From Samael to Beelzebub. Satan. Because he hasn't thought of heaven back at his parents' summer house and Oliver's mouth on his cock for all the time the other man has spoken, Elio doesn't object, but breaks into a half-trot to keep up. The tall Devil has tall-man legs, after all.
He has no idea what will happen. With Marcella or with him, will she go where the Devil apparently isn't anymore? Will Elio go where he is? There's a moment when the dimensions seem to melt together and Elio feels slightly dizzy from it.
[ Elio follows him quickly, already proving himself quite adept at simply going with the flow. That's a great quality for a man who's immune to the Devil's mojo, really - it'll make it a lot easier, figuring out why. Lucifer looks at him sideways as they step outside, the campus around them buzzing with nervous excitement, people gathering in clusters, no doubt whispering about the murder, about whodunnit, gearing each other up. He likes that. Maybe some of them will burn off the nerves later with a drink or two, drugs, sex.
As they should. ]
I suppose you'd know me by the wrong name.
[ He keeps his pacing slow enough to match the other man's shorter legs - now that he's in a conversational mood, he's got no significant problems slowing himself down for the occasion. ]
Since I'm planning on buying you coffee - [ He smiles, softer around the edges now. Next to them, someone's whispering Elio's last name and pointing towards them. Oh yeah. That's what happens when you're a murder suspect, supposedly, the gossip machine's cranked up to eleven. ] - you should have the real one. I'm Lucifer Morningstar.
[ He doesn't hold out a hand in greeting, seeing as they're walking and he's already man-handled the poor fellow as it is. Aside from the names, surely they're past all further needs for introduction. ]
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If the devil existed. What would he look like? Slight stubble, tall, broad, tanned?
Elio meets the other man's eyes as his face lights up in some kind of childish glee and he's back to smiling widely, so Elio thinks dangerous again and gets a little harder. You're a suspect, the consultant realizes, and they both draw the same conclusion, he can do with Elio what he wants, can't he?
Nevertheless, Elio doesn't step back. He stands his ground. ]
I'm a suspect who doesn't believe in the Devil, will that be a problem?
[ There's no sarcasm to his tone, he's completely serious. ]
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Tilting his head slightly sideways, he looks at Elio briefly. Then, he picks out his phone and types in a text for the Detective - or he would, rather, if she hadn't already texted him with an order to head back to the precinct. What, on his own, two feet? She's a monster.
Back to the man at hand, however... ]
Not at all.
[ He pockets his phone and fixes Elio with another searching stare, though it's not as intensely adamant anymore. Curious, rather. Very. ]
Jewish, right? Might've figured that out from your last name.
[ Still doesn't explain his mojo immunity - unless he's suddenly Jesus which, well, doubt it. Dad's eccentric but that would just be a flat-out bizarre move. With a mumbled come on, then he slips past him towards the door by the far end of the hallway. He's taking him with him, obviously. Wouldn't do to lose this one, not before he figures out what's up and what's down. With his Mum here, with Dad in a godly snit, you just don't leave these things up to circumstance. ]
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It kind of gave it away, didn't it?
[ And because he hasn't thought of Oliver for all of two minutes, Elio turns and follows the consultant, he still hasn't caught his name, he forgot, but it could be a lot of things, if he's the Devil. From Samael to Beelzebub. Satan. Because he hasn't thought of heaven back at his parents' summer house and Oliver's mouth on his cock for all the time the other man has spoken, Elio doesn't object, but breaks into a half-trot to keep up. The tall Devil has tall-man legs, after all.
He has no idea what will happen. With Marcella or with him, will she go where the Devil apparently isn't anymore? Will Elio go where he is? There's a moment when the dimensions seem to melt together and Elio feels slightly dizzy from it.
But he doesn't fall behind. ]
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As they should. ]
I suppose you'd know me by the wrong name.
[ He keeps his pacing slow enough to match the other man's shorter legs - now that he's in a conversational mood, he's got no significant problems slowing himself down for the occasion. ]
Since I'm planning on buying you coffee - [ He smiles, softer around the edges now. Next to them, someone's whispering Elio's last name and pointing towards them. Oh yeah. That's what happens when you're a murder suspect, supposedly, the gossip machine's cranked up to eleven. ] - you should have the real one. I'm Lucifer Morningstar.
[ He doesn't hold out a hand in greeting, seeing as they're walking and he's already man-handled the poor fellow as it is. Aside from the names, surely they're past all further needs for introduction. ]