Cerulean Cape is anything but safe

severin does not expect an answer; when he receives one — to his startled surprise — he turns to face the owner of the voice that speaks out to him with lascivious words that earn the pale man a quirk of the fiend's brow and and an contemplative twitch of his ear as severin's moonbeam gaze takes him in slowly; appreciatively. ah, an angel promising salvation from frigid damnation... just when i was about to ask for a refund too.

there is a coquettish curl to his lips, a lower of his eyelids that accompany the slight rise of his muzzle. perhaps the day could still be salvaged, severin considers. severin. he surrenders his name, a hidden challenge born of curiosity.