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Fire stills.

There's a moment where she's frozen, unsure, and then she tosses her head and stares daggers at Frost.

Turning back to Satan, she fixes him with a calm stare.

"I am sorry for my brother's rudeness."

'Apology accepted. Though if you want to make reperations to me on his behalf, I'm sure we can come up with something.'

Oh yeah. He likes that idea.

'If I were the type to apologise, I'd probably beg your pardon for having him first.'

But he's not, of course. He does, though, hold out a hand and a split second later a small flame dances on his palm.

'Yours, if you want it. Or shall I use it to set your brother's hair on fire? I'm sure his Jack would appreciate the new reminder of me.'

Because for all that they're opposites, they are also two of a kind.

Fire glances at him, almost curiously.

After all, if he sounds even a little worried about her. it's a good sign that something's up.

Glancing back at Satan, "It is a worthy gift. I thank you."

Stretches out her hand, not quite taking it yet.

'Or even charming fingers and a clever tongue. Which would you prefer?'

He smirks lewdly and raises an eyebrow at Fire.

'Take it. I won't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing.'

And at Frost, a roll of the eyes.

'You call me pathetic? You with your little toy that controls you as much as you do him? I have no interest in your stories, Frost. Leave us.'

he sighs.

His voice keeps bland, emotionless, and he doesn't acknowledge Belial when he speaks.

Until the very end.

Fire is, by now, somewhat wary of Satan. Probably with good reason.

She takes the flame, closing her palm and extinguishing it.

Turning away,

He inclines his head, to her, and where he was one moment, the second there is nothing.

Leave them to it.

He inclines his head too, elegantly, almost courtier-like. But the look in his eye is anything but noble - especially when Frost disappears before he can respond.

He does laugh though, because there's only one response he can make to what Frost has said.

'I'm not fit for you, but I was fit for him? I always told him that Fire beats Ice and now he's admitted he knows it.'

This? Is a good thing, he feels. Acceptance being the first step to recovery and all that.

'Drink?'

"Yes, I suppose."

The voice is different. Calmer. Less of fire and more of mortality.

"If you're buying, of course."

'Who needs to buy?'

He's Satan. Money is something that happens to other people though he's very proud of the humans for taking to the idea so well. So much misery and death because of those little bits of paper.

As to her voice - he preferred it before. He's contemplating ways of getting it back to how it was already.

'What would you like?'

"Anything but water."

There's a flash of a smile, and she plays with her hair, winding the long strands around one finger.

'Why would anyone choose to drink water?'

In his opinion, the most boring of all His creations. Yes yes yes, so it may be the most important - that's not the point.

And in front of her, there's a pot. Heat radiates from it. If she looks inside, she'll see...lava. And Satan just raises an eyebrow, as if he's daring her.

Fire does indeed look inside, and she's silent for a long moment.

Then, looking up, "I may be of fire, Belial, but I inhabit a mortal body."

His eyes are amused, though his face shows an expression of completely fake sorrow.

'How disappointing.'

A beat later and there is also a glass of wine for her. And Satan smirks.

'So what do you look like when you're naked?'

He means, without the mortal body. Or...well. She can take it either way, he doesn't mind.

She nods, and takes the glass, looking at it idly through the light.

And then he asks and she half-chokes, recovers herself, and laughs.

He grins and looks around the bar.

'You'll have to show me first. Let me make an informed opinion.'

And glances back at her.

'You don't strike me as the shy type. So go ahead.'

Another challenge, perhaps.

There's another hesitation, and then, carefully, "My true form would likely seriously damage the bar. As of the moment, I'd rather not leave. If you'd wish to go somewhere else, perhaps?"

She glances at her door.

He follows her look and his brow furrows for just a second. Then his face is smooth again and he takes a sip of his whiskey.

'My true form could obliterate the whole place. And what of it? This isn't home for either of us.'

He's Satan. He thinks he can destroy everything, if he wants to. Whether its true or not...well. He doesn't want to find out, in case it isn't. And where would be the fun in losing everything anyway?

So he shrugs casually, as though she's disappointed him again.

'Where does it go?'

"Here, I can taunt Frost to my heart's desire without worrying. As well, if I destroyed it, where would I be? In the middle of that?"

She nods her head at the Window, ignoring his apparent disappointment.

"At the moment? Earth."

'I approve of taunting Frost.'

Yes. Doesn't like him anymore really, at all. The thing has got far too big for its boots.

And he thinks to himself - why not? So he nods relaxedly. Just a chilled evening.

'Fine.'

"Silly thing that he is."

She shrugs, leaning back.

"Fine."

''Silly' isn't the word I'd use,' he says, darkly, and finishes his drink.

'Shall we go then?'

"One finds it easy to run out of adjectives," she explains, then glances sideways at him and nods.

"If you wish."

Not if you're me you don't, he thinks smugly as he stands. But nothing shows on his face except polite interest.

'Lead the way then.'