Slowing down our spontaneous dance, I prod him lightly in the chest, eliciting a small smile from him. I suppose the tales were right about one thing, the Devil is a fucking flirt.
"Funny," I say sarcastically but smile anyway, straightening out the buttons on my shirt just as Valerian drops my hand, ending our dance as the music in my head trails off into oblivion. Dusting off his hands, the Devil stands there for a moment, surveying me with a series of curious glances.
"What?" I say sharply, realising he has not stopped staring at me for a good five seconds- which is five seconds too long for anyone, Valerian included. Absently, the devil shakes his head, splaying his hands wide around the corridor.
