The light in the demon lord's eyes changes, flickers like a flame, as he looks from Angel, to the firefly, to the dark one whose name he has yet to take note of, to the icy blond vampire. He leans closer, as if to share the most intricate of insights into demonic high society.
His mouth quirks into a small grin, and his voice rumbles. "It is a requirement."
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Date: 2009-03-25 07:35 pm (UTC)His mouth quirks into a small grin, and his voice rumbles. "It is a requirement."