[He'll nod, taking a quick look around. There sure is a lot of nothing around here... but at least they can get away from the crowd.
He'll take Temenos by the hand, gripping it tight.]
Come on. We don't need a lot of space. But it might be better if we're not interrupted.
[So long as Temenos allows it, Beelzebub will lead them out beyond most of the portals, where the buzz of conversation and goodbyes are as much of background noise as they can be against the darkness.
Only when they've reached a place Beel thinks is adequate does he crawl to a stop, looking back towards the group, before settling his eyes towards the cleric. There's something firm in his gaze, a seriousness touched with fondness that's as subtle as all his other brief flickers of emotion. A pact was no laughing matter.
He scoops up Temenos's other hand to keep them both in his own grip, wanting his attention entirely.]
...I want to make sure you're still okay with this. If you have any doubt, we can save this for the future. But...
I want to give this to you. Whenever you feel you're ready.
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He'll take Temenos by the hand, gripping it tight.]
Come on. We don't need a lot of space. But it might be better if we're not interrupted.
[So long as Temenos allows it, Beelzebub will lead them out beyond most of the portals, where the buzz of conversation and goodbyes are as much of background noise as they can be against the darkness.
Only when they've reached a place Beel thinks is adequate does he crawl to a stop, looking back towards the group, before settling his eyes towards the cleric. There's something firm in his gaze, a seriousness touched with fondness that's as subtle as all his other brief flickers of emotion. A pact was no laughing matter.
He scoops up Temenos's other hand to keep them both in his own grip, wanting his attention entirely.]
...I want to make sure you're still okay with this. If you have any doubt, we can save this for the future. But...
I want to give this to you. Whenever you feel you're ready.