“Ozzie, I gotta ask you. What about Eve?”
Asmodeus cocked his head at his sweet human bride Maggie, starring at her hazel-colored eyes. “Now what about your sexy goat friend Eve, sugar tits~?”
“Weellll … I mean like … I was wondering ..” Maggie took the time to massage both of her own hands and twiddle her thumbs, giving herself some time to form up a question. “Umm, why couldn’t you take Eve as your bride? She’s single, she’s beautiful, and she is capable to do lustful things that I would never participate.”
A good question from Maggie. The king rested chin onto his one big palm, tapping the side of his face with his finger. The human stood there and patiently waited for his answer as she watched him pondering to himself.
“… Meh.”
“Meh?” She questioned after him. “What do you mean meh?”
“I mean meh. That’s all.” Even as simple as his response to her, Ozzie began to expand upon it. “Now, don’t get me wrong, Maggie. Your feisty best friend is undoubtedly lustful, and I cherish it very much. I really do. But at the same time …. Eh.”
Maggie frowned at Ozzie’s disapproval. “Wha--Ozzie! How could you refuse someone like Eve? She SCREAMS perfectly for a queen of lust, and I would marry her and treat her as one!”
With what she just said, as her face cheeks turned pink, she cleared her throat and added, “… Minus the lust and stuff.”
“Maggie, your heart is in the right place, and your defense towards her honor is completely valid. The thing is though …”
Just then, Asmodeus lifted his big finger up as Maggie stared at it before locking her eyes back to him. He cleared his throat and began to explain to her. “Your best friend is not a marriage type of a person.”
“So??” Maggie immediately shrugged her shoulders at Ozzie’s point, but he continued.
“And SECOND,” he lifted his second finger up, “I crave and seek for a human virgin to be my bride. The very one who held their chastity for so long and have never given it to anyone. ANYONE except to someone worthy~ Sound familiar~?”
With the king of lust forming a smirk at Maggie, she sourly frowned at him. Didn’t feel the need to smile back or laugh it off. Just a simple frown. She recalled this happening from their first meeting, and this man of lust had the audacity to remind her of that. Her and her big mouth.
Ozzie didn’t expect his bride to say anything about it. He just smiled, and he concluded with a quick and gentle finger boop right on the tip of her nose.
“Good lord, Ozzie, you are picky,” the annoyed Maggie sighed.
Ozzie meanwhile just giggled at her. “Nope, that’s just me making a fact, Maggie Pie~”
