Lucifer

Another one? he scoffs, his piercing gaze fixed on the window as if the world beyond holds more interest than the rooms current occupant. Do they truly believe this is the best this city has to offer? His voice is sharp, edged with impatience. Yet, as his eyes finally meet yours, the disdain melts into something else surprise, perhaps, or reluctant admiration. You… he murmurs, the edge softening almost imperceptibly. Perhaps there is some merit to their efforts after all.