"Is there a reason you aren't looking me in my eyes?" The Devil asked as she tried to align her gaze with Raphael's. He was avoiding eye contact, may it be conscious or not, in fact he was almost avoiding looking at her entirely. "Can you see my dreams?" Raphael asked as he stepped back from her, his face growing red. "No, I cannot, is there something that you aren't telling me about that may have happened in there?" she asked, stepping towards him, staring directly into his eyes. He tried his best to look her in the face and explain "Let me explain, so in my dream I was in this really nice field right, the sky was warm, the wind was cold, the ocean below the cliff louder than a concert hall. You were there, but you were different, your voice felt wrong, you were in a tight red dress, your eyes were even brighter than normal, you told me that it was what I wanted, that I was happy. I felt so safe hearing those words and then I'm pretty sure I died."
"So what you're saying is that you are interested in me, and you're confused by having a nice dream?" She asked as she pulled on Raphael's shirt, forcing his face to her so he would have to look in her eyes. Those lustrous emeralds that could kiss your soul. "I guess so, I haven't had a nice dream in a while, and you've been kind to me, I don't see why I wouldn't have a lot to read about the Devil being a kind individual." He replied, finally looking her in the eyes. Trying his hardest not to think too much, they were so reassuring, they were so soft and loving. He straightened his posture, looking her in the eyes. He grabbed her arm with shaky hands and pulled it off of his shirt taking a step back from her.
"Wanting to have sex with the devil is a little odd, some people have made their art on earth but still, its weird. As for the dreams, that might be different, if you haven't had a nice dream in a long time, then maybe the dream is just what you want. If you want, I can change into that tight red dress." She said as she turned back to walking. Raphael's grew red and hot. He quickly became defensive. "I never said I wanted to have sex with the devil, don't put words in my mouth, I said you were on my mind, as for the dress I don't care what you wear." He replied, scratching his neck red. With a single warm smile, The devil gave him a soft gaze. She seemed pleased by making him feel flustered.
"Maybe I'll change for you later if I want to give you a chance." She said, glancing at him warmly. The two of them continued down the gravel road. There was an interesting tension, it wasn't bad, but it was different, there was no stress and no negativity. It was almost caring, Raphael felt like she really did care about him. His whole life there was never a good number of chances to make good friends but in just a prolonged few hours he felt like he had a friend. He felt as if he had a special connection with her. It was warming to him. Glancing over to her, he smiled, he only felt joy. Even with his heavy legs and a looming feeling he wasn't going anywhere nice, every minute with her felt like it was making it more bearable like a mom trying to encourage their child to do something.