fluttering your lashes like ashes and embers

Lotte considered what that could mean, pure chance that they were connected, or something more? Of all the demons that played this game, Alastor had come to her, and they got on so well! Lotte hadn't specified what or who she wanted to call, but she wondered if there wasn't something about them that rang on the same wavelength. A reason why they'd locked in on one another. Perhaps Alastor was as lonely and bored as she was. Otherwise, why would he have time to come and pay her calls?

Or perhaps he simply wanted more than what the world around him had to offer. Lotte couldn't imagine that hell could be boring, but it seemed possible that it could have been as mundane to him as this place was to her.

"Am I cunning?" She hummed and turned in a circle, letting the leaves flutter to the ground and watching them as they did. Cunning was not how she would have thought of herself - after all she had no ulterior motives in calling Alastor, or allowing him to do this work. She had no grand design. Her want came and went and she indulged it if and when she was able. More so now than she might normally have, but what could it hurt? A little whiskey never hurt anyone.

"So all this... is this to tempt me to use you for something with a little more grandeur?" After all, it would make sense if he wanted to more to do.. wanted more from her. Be that blood or a soul, though to his credit he wasn't pushy. In fact, given her current state of inebriation, he was being quite the gentleman.

Lotte walked a few steps away and then turned back to him, hands clasped behind her back. Her chin stuck up a little and she smirked back at him, teasing. "If you want more blood you can just ask me, you know~"