"Brightendale... [b]Lily[/b], your name is as beautiful as yourself, I must say."

As Bael spoke, he moved himself to sit at the same bench as her, keeping certain respectful distance of about two fingers between the two. His blue eyes never dared to move away from her, as if in the whole garden, there was nothing more interesting than the girl. Or rather, her eyes, because right now, the demon was staring deeply into the angel's eyes. How curious.

He smiled, a smile so full of intention, just like the look in his eyes, proving every moment that his sudden proximation had reasons and that he wasn't being friendly just to [i]be friends[/i]. "I'm sorry, but am I being rude or bothering you? You seem nervous, my dear, if it's because of me, I'd be more than glad to leave." His voice was more of a whisper now, and he had moved slighty closer to her when he started to speak, a hand reaching to hold her hand once again; an act of almost suspectable sweetness.
"I'd never want to stress a lady as beautiful as yourself, that'd be truly shameful of me."