[ 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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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. ]