He always did enjoy making a dramatic entrance. It was something he was rather famous for, or perhaps, infamous was the proper word in his case. And damn, did she look good in that dress. He took a step towards her, taking in the view; never did he ever think red skin would look that good.

"I've got something better," he teased, taking a seat in an armchair across from the couch. He could care less about the risk to his soul at this point. If her goal was to slake her own lust, then their goals were, quite obviously, aligned.

"I don't suppose I can't have an appetizer before moving on to the main course, too, though?" A bit of foreplay never hurt anyone, after all.