<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia --<strong>Lux Main Floor</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><strong>This Tuxedo</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Koriand'r / Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>He recognised that bewildered look she gave him; she was an open book in many ways, wearing her expressions like a particularly loud and obnoxious hat, and he was particularly attentive to that sort of thing. It was a habit that he'd picked up over the aeons, as a way of passing the time; people watching, the humans called it. Simply sitting in one place, watching other living beings pass by and trying to guess who they were, what they did and why they were in that particular area at that particular time just from sight alone. He'd gotten pretty good at it, after a while. It had been tricky at first, since Mortals tended to have very different priorities to beings like him, but once he'd gotten his head around the differences in his thinking and theirs, it had been easy enough to train his eye to pick up the fine details that knitted the story of each individual together. It was really just a puzzle, and the trick was learning the patterns well enough that you could detect them in a heartbeat. Some people were harder to read than others - some people guarded themselves far better, for example - but for Koriand'r, he didn't really need to even<em>try.</em>Perhaps it was just the way of her people, perhaps it was her specifically, but she was a remarkably open and upfront individual.<br/><br/>Most people hid what they were thinking or feeling behind a wall of cultural civility. No matter what alien species you encountered, odds were good that they would guard their inner selves closely, and all but the most primal and bestial of creatures in the universe understood that sometimes, it was better to hide how you were feeling, and did so out of habit until coaxed to open up. But Koriand'r, it seemed, was far more open than that. She was more aggressive in her feelings, she was more overt and forthright, and honestly, he found the change refreshing. It was pleasant to not have to guess how somebody was feeling for a change; he could simply watch her face and her expression, and know what she was thinking. He could be certain that if she said she was happy, she was, and that if she wasn't...he'd know about it. Still, there was an...edge to it, almost. Like her cheerful and obvious and upfront demeanour was guarding something else, something deeper and hidden, peeking in at the very edge of her smile, at the space between her gorgeous green iris and the whites of her eyes. He wasn't certain what it was, but something told him that she was not the happy go lucky explorer that he'd first taken her to be. She was older than she looked, and she'd seen her fair share of the galaxy...both good and bad.<br/><br/>Of course, that only intrigued him further, and had him smiling just a little. She truly was a curious, intriguing find, and even now he could see the gears whirring in her head as she obviously tried to figure<em>him</em>out. By now, she'd probably worked out that he wasn't human. She was obviously intelligent and he'd dropped enough hints that she probably would have picked up on at least one or two. Now...now she was studying him to try and work out his age. That little comment about him having lived long enough got her intrigued, he could tell, and that little mystery would keep her interested in<em>him.</em>She wanted to figure him out, to unravel the mystery, and his smile widened as he considered it. The chase was going to be fun, but he had to wonder how she'd react to knowing that he was fifteen<em>billion</em>years old? It would blow her Mortal mind, he imagined, and she'd probably have endless questions about the time before she'd existed, where there was knowledge hidden that had been forgotten by all but the oldest of creatures. He knew less about this Universe than he would have liked - obviously, since he didn't originate here - but he knew enough from his travels to satisfy some of her curiosity. And what would she do if she knew that he came from another Universe entirely, as casually as you might journey across the border of a State in the USA? He feared her brain might malfunction at the ramifications.<br/><br/>Of course, she never vocalised any of the questions she had, and she never made any comments regarding even the sexual antics he'd implied, but he could see her dancing, curious eyes. He'd caught her attention with the mention of another Variation and another Core Position, and she'd certainly started paying rapt attention when he'd intimated that humans couldn't handle him. He wanted to present himself like a challenge, like a summit to climb, a mystery to untangle...and an experience that she wouldn't want to miss. They both knew what he wanted, and they both knew what she wanted. The question was, how long would the chase to the bedroom (or the table right there and then, really; he was the owner and the place was closed, who cared?) take? He offered her a small smirk, taking a slow sip of wine, allowing the smoky taste and fruity textures dance their way across his tongue before setting the glass down with a satisfied sigh. She was right, in a way, about wines role...but not completely.<strong>"Sex, My Dear, humans call it 'Sex.' Amongst other names, of course, but sex is the most commonly used and the one that most people use in polite company."</strong>He shook his head wryly.<br/><br/><strong>"Wine is not just used to initiate sex. That is a use, and it does often help lead to such situations, but you can drink wine and not end up having sex with somebody. It's an upper-class alcohol, a way to feel the pleasant buzz and lowered inhibitions whilst in more wealthy and refined company. Whereas a factory worker or an average man might have a pint of beer - a cheaper alcohol, mostly made out of crops like wheat or barley - wine is generally referred for a posh, fancy dinner, a formal party or an elegant celebration of some kind."</strong>He leaned forwards, resting an elbow on the table as he regarded her. He rested his chin just behind his hovering hand, covering up the bottom half of his mouth as he idled languidly.<strong>"You see, barley and wheat in particular have always been readily available to less wealthy members of society, since they were generally the ones who grew the crops. They're easy to grow, cheap to cultivate and you sell them in large numbers. Ergo, the drinks that you make from them are also cheaper and more accessible by the lower classes and castes."</strong>He reached over with his free hand and took the bottle of wine in his hand.<br/><br/><strong>"But wine? Wine is made with fermented fruits, mainly little juicy ones called grapes, though other ingredients can make their way in there. Apples, pineapple, blueberries, etc etc. These fruits were more 'exotic,' took more time to grow and cost more to plant and cultivate. In short, because they were higher maintenance, they were more expensive, so only wealthier individuals tended to be able to afford them...so wine, too, became a symbol of wealth and class."</strong>He took another sip, paused, then continued.<strong>"This wine, I believe, was made with Italian grapes with just a dash of blueberry and raspberry added in to give it a fruitier flavour. This particular vintage is supposed to be smoother, less noticeable with its tang but still just as strong as any other red. Whilst I doubt it will affect your constitution much - it was designed for humans, after all - I would still not risk drinking <em>too</em> much, just in case. I prefer my club sans drunken alien Princess."</strong>He gave her a sly wink. He didn't need to ply women with alcohol to get them to agree to sex with him, and honestly, he preferred them sober. A little tipsy, inhibitions lowered just a touch, but still able to make decisions and take part. They were so much more<em>active</em>then. He pushed the thought aside, for the moment.<br/><br/><strong>"But back to the topic at hand. Generally, you are correct. As often as wine is used to relax people at a formal event or celebration, it is often used by both men and women as a social drink at home to create a relaxing, romantic atmosphere. The general intention is usually to have a nice meal, have a glass of wine in private, then retire to the bedroom for more...amorous activities...though with your obvious charms, Princess, I doubt you'd need any such extra incentives for men to follow you wherever you desired."</strong>He laughed softly.<strong>"Certainly, you had me intrigued the moment you landed. I can't imagine that a bottle of wine would have made me <em>more</em> interested."</strong>His eyes wandered downwards over her curves once more in a brazen show of checking her out, over the swell of her chest, the dip of her waist as it disappeared behind the table, then back up. He flicked his eyes back up to meet her gaze once more and gave her a playful, teasing, suggestive wink. She seemed the type to prefer a direct admission of attraction over a couched implication, at the very least.<strong>"If you want, once we've finished this bottle, I can always send my staff to retrieve some more alcohol. We could always try a bottle of wine from my private collection, more suited to our...unique constitutions. Or, I could have one of my bar staff serve us a variety of different types of alcohol so that you can try some of the more common alcohol that humans enjoy."</strong>He spread his hand wide with a smirk.<strong>"Your choice. You are the guest, after all, and I want to make sure your welcome is as warm and <em>thorough</em> as I can make it."</strong>Besides. She was currently the most interesting thing in Perth, and if he had his way, she'd be the most interesting thing in his bedroom later, too. Yes yes, he was a Dog. Prince of excess and The First Sinner, remember?