[ "Managed" to kill Lucifer is about right, a most hilarious series of events that he's sure would either draw a chuckle from Lucilius or a sigh of disappointment. It's no surprise the efficiency with which Lucilius digests all of this information, and Belial follows after him again, stepping in closer to his side this time, their arms brushing unnecessarily until Lucilius decides he's had enough and moves away.
Despite their grocery shopping, Belial hasn't given much thought to where their living quarters are going to be, having accepted the identification and the instructions that they could simply walk up to a home and claim it with ease and thereafter banishing the question from his mind. He assumes that Lucilius would prefer a laboratory over a home regardless, and so that is where Belial's thoughts had remained.
The question therefore, gets a genuine laugh out of him. (Why would Lucilius assume Belial would be anywhere other than at his side?) ]
Really, Faa-san. I'd be much happier in your bed, whether there's room for me in it or not. [ His tone is as flirtatious as ever, but dead serious in its intent. ] Are you really going to let me go when there's so much to get started?
[ Lucilius is brilliant and capable, but his mind is better spent on work other than menial labour, and Belial can only imagine that he would need assistance now more than ever when he has to start his work entirely from nothing. Though Belial has no issues with sweet talking his way into someone's home if the need arises. (And it might, he feels hunger and thirst in a way that he's not familiar with, he knows what other needs he might succumb to.) ]
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Despite their grocery shopping, Belial hasn't given much thought to where their living quarters are going to be, having accepted the identification and the instructions that they could simply walk up to a home and claim it with ease and thereafter banishing the question from his mind. He assumes that Lucilius would prefer a laboratory over a home regardless, and so that is where Belial's thoughts had remained.
The question therefore, gets a genuine laugh out of him. (Why would Lucilius assume Belial would be anywhere other than at his side?) ]
Really, Faa-san. I'd be much happier in your bed, whether there's room for me in it or not. [ His tone is as flirtatious as ever, but dead serious in its intent. ] Are you really going to let me go when there's so much to get started?
[ Lucilius is brilliant and capable, but his mind is better spent on work other than menial labour, and Belial can only imagine that he would need assistance now more than ever when he has to start his work entirely from nothing. Though Belial has no issues with sweet talking his way into someone's home if the need arises. (And it might, he feels hunger and thirst in a way that he's not familiar with, he knows what other needs he might succumb to.) ]