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After speaking with Roch about Prom Seiji figured perhaps he should get a jump on locating himself a date, and really, only one name had come to mind when he contemplated who he might ask. They weren't dating, not really, but there was certainly something going on between them, and if he owed anyone an invite, it was her. Besides, the idea of her lovely figure wrapped up on a prom dress was a tantalizing one.

He had no idea what the theme would be, but that didn't really matter. He knew she'd look wonderfully salacious in anything she chose to wear.

So it was Sarias' room he returned to after his afternoon in town with Roch. He knocked, three quick raps against her door, before leaning to the side to rest his shoulder against the wall as he waited.

The door opened, and Seiji was met with the usual greeting he'd come to expect from the banshee. Sarcasm, attitude, and just a touch of scorn. It made him grin, pointy teeth flashing in the low light of the hall. "Because I need a reason to just show up, right?" Was that blood on her hands and tendrils? "The bloods a nice touch. Looks absolutely ghastly my dear." He sounded amused, which was his norm when dealing with Sarias.

Her public displays of crankiness on his behalf were also worth an eye roll or two, and now was no exception. "But I'm not usually the one following orders, am I?" He smirked at her, unfolding his arms so he could push the door open, and banshee back into the room. When there was sufficient space he let himself inside and shut the door behind him. "I'm not here for that, though I really doubt you'd turn me down if I was." Dark fingers rose and slide along her chin, grasping and tugging her towards him.

Now that he was inside, it was hard to miss the evidence of extensive experimenting of the more bloody persuasion, and he lofted a brow at the ghoul as her kitsune gave a loud belch, clearly having just finished devouring something, if the bone scraps and blood splatter on the floor were any indication. "What are you doing in here anyways?" He sounded genuinely curious.

The gist wasn't unaware of the effect his touch had on the ghoul, so her contrary retort earned her little more then a snort of amusement as he continued to stare around the room and the gory weirdness that rested within. At least until her cool hands laced at the back of his neck and pulled his attention down to her again, lips twisting into a smirk as she tapped his nose. "Fine don't me." He didn't care enough to press her on it. If she wanted to dissect poor innocent creatures, that was her right. So long as she didn't exercise it on his own pets.

She reminded him of the reason he'd sought to darken her doorway and it made him grin, strong hands raising to curl around the small of her waist so he could draw her in against him. "Liar," was his quick retort to her insisting she didn't like his company, and he bent his neck so he could lay the coolness of his lips against her cheek, the side of her jaw, then the white pillar of her throat.

He nibbled there a moment, taking his time, before drawing back just enough to speak, lips brushing her flesh with every word. "You're going to be my date for prom." It wasn't exactly a question, but he was pretty sure she wouldn't turn him down. "Looking gorgeous, hanging all over me, in front of you know who." That wasn't why he was asking her, but he knew Sarias, and the banshee would delight in the possibility that her presence at his side would cause the monster ghoul discomfort or pain.

She was allowed to push away from him, but he only let her drift back as far as his arms, hands still gripping her hips, would allow. He had actually been prepared for this reaction, so he merely smiled in mild amusement as she laughed at him and said her fill of contemptuous and condescending comments. Patiently waiting while glowing eyes slid from the dark pout of full lips to the supple mounds of pale breasts where they peaked above the pale fabric of her blouse. All the while offing the occasional 'mmhmm', or 'hmm' where he thought perhaps the sound would be appreciated.

When she'd said her fill he grinned down at her, smug that she'd taken the bait, but then he had known just what to dangle in front of her. "I thought that might appeal to you," he murmured, drawing her back in against him. Breath cool against her cheek before he pressed his own against it.

Chuckling faintly, he let his fingers slide down ward until he could lift her, hips nestling between her thighs. "And I'll have you know you were the first, and only ghoul I asked." He scoffed softly, taking the lobe of her ear between his sharp teeth, words a little muffled now as he spoke around it. "No one else is good enough." He bit down, quick and sharp.

He played his games, and she played her's, but in the end they meant something to each other. For all Sarias' talk, she still sighed at his touch.

Music to his ears. He let her ear slip from of his teeth as he grinned, though not as if she could see it. It was satisfying to know he had such a large effect on the banshee, and more then that, gratifying. He hid it well, but the ghost boil's pride could be a fragile thing. Jack be damned if he'd admit it, but as much as Sarias' craved his attention, he craved her want of him. Oh the power was nice as well, and he certainly did enjoy the games they played, and that had played a part in their initial agreement, but that wasn't the core of it.

He lay the ghost of a kiss against her cheek as she slid out of his arms, disappointed that she couldn't have let herself remain there just a minute more. Ah well. Lips twitched in a frown as she sought to remind him that what they were doing was supposed to be temporary, and he folded his arms as she tried to dismiss him. He thought about refusing, but in the end he gave a light roll of his shoulders and an easy smile as he backed towards the door. "As you wish."

When he reached the door he opened in, then paused, turning to lean against the frame, glowing eyes watching her. "I like our arrangement, Sarias." A little honesty for the banshee. "Dunno if you've noticed, but I haven't really been shopping around for other ghouls." His gaze drifted up to the cracks in ceiling, lips twisting thoughtfully as he debated on just how honest he should be here. The banshee was nothing like Junko, and at first that had been a good escape, a simple one, but the more time they spent in each other's company the more he got to know Sarias for Sarias.

"Junko used to make me want to be a better person for her," he offered, dropping his gaze back to the ghoul. "But you don't care what kind of person I am. I could be an absolute a*****e, and that's okay with you."

He frowned again, feeling as though he was uselessly rambling despite the fact he hadn't actually said much. But Seiji had never been a ghost of many words. "I do like our arrangement, but I wouldn't mind seeing where else things might go." The tip of a nail tapped at her doorknob, just the slightest hint of a fidget. Then he smiled. "You're cold, vicious, probably a little crazy," she chuckled. "But I wouldn't want you any other way."

Nonchalant for Sarias was as close to positive emotions as you usually got with the banshee. He didn't read minds, but he had been spending enough time with the ghoul to be able to read her. Not perfectly, not by any means, but enough to read between the lines and through the labyrinth of conflicting words and actions. She lied as she breathed, or would have, if she had any reason to breath on a regular basis. He was find though, that often time he could spot the truth behind the lies.

Frankly, he liked the challenge. If she were easy to read, easy to handle, he might have grown bored, even with their fun and games, but Sarias was like a puzzle.

A bat s**t crazy one, perhaps, but addictingly fun all the same.

A smirk cut his lips spreading into a pointy grin as she pointed out he'd forgotten a few choice compliments. She dismissed him again, and he actually turned to leave this time, though his motions were slow, obviously waiting for some kind of acknowledgement to his willingness to move their relationship from strictly physical to something more. As his hand closed around the doorknob again, he wouldn't be disappointed.

Sunset would find the ghost boil at the graveyard then. humming in amusement the boil opened her door and let himself, though before it close behind him, she'd here a very clear, "It's a date, then."