Nothing Personal

A Small Lie.

Striker rolls his eyes with grunt shuffling down the seat opening his legs a little like he was getting comfy, the other imp observed the confident imp in front of him. The large imp before Striker was similar to Striker with the pail flesh and snake like appearance but was slightly taller that Striker and had large chest and arms which was barely held in by his shirt. His tail was simple with two bands for black at the bottom near his arrow shaped tip. His eyes mirrored Striker's with the rings which some how unnerved Striker every time seeing as they always looked ready to switch to green in anger.

"You know it was fun playing shoot out with y'all but this is getting weird, not to beat about the bush but..."

Striker says leaning his head back playfully grinning at the hound.

"Y'all think I'm some run away broad? Oh wait you said she was some high society skirt too right?"

Striker mocks his eyes gleaming knowing the hound knew the story sounded mad.

"High class types don't last out there long, trust me"

Striker says looking the imp who leans on the table pulling a cigarette from his jacket his tail swishing back and forth watching Striker carfully.

"Lark she is trying to screw with you, it's her I know it"

The hound says and the word her makes Striker's lip twitch with is noticed by Lark who places a shoe between Striker legs making Striker chuckle as Lark stares at him.

"Didn't ya ma tell ya not to stare, it's rude"

Striker says keeping a smug expression Lark leans forward slapping Striker hard in the face make his head whip to the side with the force, it took Striker by shock. Years worth repressed abuse flashed to the front of his mind, Striker eyes raise to look at Lark who grins. The hell hound looked confused between the two and Lark chuckles.

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

Striker growls and Lark grabs Striker's neck making him freeze in place their eyes locked.

"I'd know that glare anywhere Charity, drop the act"

Lark says holding Striker's neck firmly who growls back.

"I ain't Charity..."

Striker hisses out and Lark chuckles looking over Striker's horns impressed how convincing they were.

"For a moment you had me fooled but the moment your lip twitched, I knew it was you"

Lark purrs rubbing his thumb over Striker's pulse point Striker was trying to leaning out of his hold but Lark drags the chair closer with a scrape of the wood plus a dark chuckle from Lark. Striker flinches as he feels Lark grab his crotch in a light squeeze making Striker feel sick.

"Well at least your still useful to me"

Lark says with a triumphant smirk Striker closes his eyes hoping there was slight hope that maybe Blitz was still coming to help. Striker's eyes snap open feeling lips on his he tries to jerk away only to be held firmly in place, Striker huffs against Lark who grins drinking in Striker's irritation. Striker stills against Lark making Lark cast an interested eye over him to see a lustful look, he leans back from Striker who licks his bottom as if trying to taste Lark on his lips. Lark grins and dismissively waves the hell hound away watching as Striker's eyes bore into his own with a promise of heated touches.

"Sir I don't think it's a good idea to leave you alone with her"

The hound warns and Lark clicks his tongue dismissively before kneeling in front of Striker and starts undoing the ropes holding his legs.