Her statue-like bodice continued to fill fiery pools and along with it he bore the same hungry expression he had had from their first exchange of glances. All this talk of binding oneself to one another hungered Abaddon's desire to control, but when it came to the ivory Glasgow he felt like this was a different sort of control. He had never had anyone willingly wish to be controlled, even if it had come through much deliberation on his own part. She still seemed to stand there as the light faded ever further and it reflected a dark shadow on her charcoal patch across her rump that he could see (just about) from the corner of his orbs. He remained stood in the same spot after his spout of pawing the ground with his obsidian lobes pricked up towards her. She was everything at this point. He cared little for any of his surroundings; Abaddon was fixated.

His ability to keep her wanting his name only seemed to deepen the need for his little demon to bite further, and even as she appeared to hold back this temptation to pounce and find out immediately, she resisted. What was her game?

But then her skull movement proceeded to be accompanied by words that caught even the hell boy off guard:

"So you're going to be my saviour?"

With his own skull he tilted to the right for just a moment before readjusting back to its natural, proud position and thought deeply before letting a wry smile seep out from the corners of his velveteens,
"I am the black saviour, if that is what you desire..." He technically was not giving Glasgow the choice, but to pretend that she did was the fun part. It made Abaddon wonder just how long it would be before she decided otherwise and wanted to leave him. But then her next words were part of the binding deal, a bargain for a bargain and this time it was something that he did not truly understand what she wanted. The fae was met with a questioning tone, "I agree only if you understand that my idea of saviour differs greatly from perhaps what you are thinking. Can you handle that?" Her bodice was held proud and high, already a turn from the depressed little creature he had first seen.

"Do we have a deal, Lucifer?"

Lucifer, how fitting. His smile deepened even darker, as did his hue, at the wonderful name. The obsidian brute replied with that expression still written across his cranium, "We have a deal. And Lucifer, Abaddon it's all the same to me..." He wondered silently whether she would catch on that he had voluntarily just given his name to her or not...

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