As Asmodeus whistled and walked the halls, he noticed Roxanne coming out of her room now wearing a white dress. Smiling slyly, he adjusted his pace and direction so that he walked near her side. Whistling a final, drawn out note he removed a hand from his pockets and gave a slight wave to greet her.

"[B]Hello there. Roxanne, was it? I do apologize for earlier, I don't believe I've properly introduced myself.[/B]"
He placed a hand on his chest.
"[B]My name is Asmodeus. One of the Seven Kings of Hell and the incarnation of Lust. It's a pleasure to meet you.[/B]"
Removing his hand from his chest, he extended it to Roxanne to shake.

As he waited for her to return the greeting, his eyes slowly looked over her facial features and body. Surely, she was young. Not that Asmodeus cared. Only poor Andrew would have issues with such a young girl, though Asmodeus saw how he looked at her earlier when they spoke at the well's entrance. For him, as long as the girl was old enough to bear a child, that was all that was required. Andrew would be ashamed at him if he were conscious. He never enjoyed how Asmodeus immediately targeted any nearby female, regardless of who or what they were. The Lecher Prince's excuse was that he was always 'hungry'. His powers were weak and it was Andrew's fault for rejecting that part of him. Eighteen years of age and not even a single girlfriend. Asmodeus didn't know how he did it. I mean, the boy wasn't a bad looking human if not a bit thin and physically frail. He was a growing boy after all. His desire for a female's touch should've been out of control. Alas, he still managed to suppress his desire and emotions. Such a troublesome host body.

Shaking his head slightly and eyes staring into Roxanne's, he wondered if she had finished packing already. He wondered the reason why she was wandering the halls all alone for..