Oh dear, don't start with that. Don't go speaking like Asmodeus, now, or you'll have a completely different set of expectations on you. Unless you want to be seen as a narcissist on the same level as the Avatar of Lust himself.

[He loves Asmodeus dearly in his own way, but also: please, don't be like Asmo. Please, dear god.

Quip aside, he sighs deeply as he leans into that touch, missing it when it lowers. Ah, it all feels electric after so much stimulation... when was the last time he felt like this?]

I lost my ability to age in my twenties, General. If a failed attempt at childish flirting gave me creases to show my age after all this time, I really would be destined for the grave.

I'll accept the grievance, but only on one condition.