"Thank you," Steve told Gwen as she set a beer down next to his chair and went back to her spot on the sofa with her own cup of tea. "This will be good."

"I hope so," Gwen replied and took a sip before going back to the arts section of the paper. They read in silence for a little bit and then Steve cleared his throat.

"Would you know where our darling daughter is?" He asked. "I haven't seen her all day." He sighed. "I wish I could know what's going on in her head. The fact that I can't makes me very concerned."

"Well, luckily for you, she told me," Gwen said without looking at him. "She's gone to the mall to get herself new clothes so that she and I quote 'Can look like the queen that I am'."

Steve choked on his beer. "That's not a direct quote!"

"Well, no, but it's close," Gwen said. "There's a big surprise."

"Yes," Steve agreed. "She has a lot of your spirit!"

"Oh, I don't think that kind of talk comes from me," Gwen replied dryly. "Would you like to guess again?"

Steve blushed and got up to go use the bathroom. "Well," he said, clearing his throat as he walked away. "Maybe it's not as bad as I think. And it gives us some time to rest, doesn't it? That's good."

"It is, cause we need it," Gwen agreed. "I thought that having her be grown up would less trouble, but-" She stopped and shook her head, not speaking until Steve came back.

"Now," She grinned widely. "Next point of discussion: was I right about Lucifer and Ellie, or was I right?"

A corner of Steve's lip went up. "Now wait just a minute, dear. Don't celebrate yet; things might be going well now, but who knows how they could be down the road?"

Gwen scoffed. "I can't believe you would mess with things just to prove me wrong!"

"I'm not," Steve said. "I promise! I swore to you that I wouldn't mess with your version of what's going on, and I won't. I just want to warn you that things aren't as nice and perfect as they seem. That's all."

"Thanks for letting me borrow your skirt," Ellie told Eliza. "And your shoes."

"It's fine," Eliza told her. "You know that I'm always more than happy to share clothes with you, although the split skirt is an interesting choice...and the higher heels. Do you even know how to walk in those?"

"Oh, it's..sure," Ellie replied before putting them on. "How hard can it be?" She quickly put on skirt, bra, and shoes, took a few steps, and fell down.

"Harder than you think, apparently," Eliza remarked dryly and helped her stand up. "Do you need a shirt too?"

"No, I have that covered, thank you," Ellie replied, grabbing a white button down shirt that she usually wore just for presentations. She put it on and then buttoned it up to the point where the one black lace bra she owned was clearly visible.

"Interesting," Eliza put her hands on her hips. "I thought you were going to do research."

"I am," Ellie nodded.

"Dressed like that?" Eliza made a face. "It's okay if you want to go have sex. You can tell me stuff like that. You don't have to make up stories. And since it's Lucifer Morningstar, I have to say that I like your attitude. And your taste. Very bold for someone like you to go after someone like him."

Ellie put her hair up in a bun, settled glasses on her nose, then turned around gently, her eyes narrowed. "And just what do you mean by that?"

Eliza blushed. "Well, I don't mean to upset you, but...don't you think you're being a little...bold for your first relationship? You've never been out on a date, you always have your nose in a book instead of, you know, going out and being with people on the weekends and you're kind of, well..." she stopped and bit her lip while trying to think of a proper but not offensive description. "...I just don't think he goes for the intellectual type, that's all."

"Well, you know what, excuse you!" Ellie cried, knowing full well that Eliza was wrong, although she would never know what happened between her and Lucifer in the closet at Lux. "If I wanted to, I think I could have my way with him very easily, thank you! Maybe the man wants a challenge! Maybe he's tired of fawning, easy prey! Not that I'm going for him, just let me repeat that. This is research for my paper and if this is how I have to look to actually make the man give me more than two seconds of his time, then I'll do it. Now if you'll excuse me, I don't want to be late. Good evening, Eliza." Her tone was biting, and she grabbed her things and slammed the door before her friend could reply, then got her coat on and got in her car to drive to Lux and have what she hoped would be a very productive evening. Lucifer was going to be sorry he'd said she dressed badly. In fact, when she arrived at Lux, he wouldn't know what hit him.

"You rang?" Dexter asked dryly as he poked his head into Lucifer's office. Then he strode in and looked around in surprise. Books and papers were everywhere. "Oh, my gosh, are you doing work? What's wrong with you?" He strode over and got in Lucifer's face. "Are you positive you're Lucifer Morningstar? Because I'm not so sure!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you're a real comedian, Dexter," Lucifer said."I just wanted to ask you to not have anyone disturb me, even if things are on fire or the world is ending. No exceptions."

"Oh?" Dexter raised an eyebrow. "So you have a date?" He sighed. "I thought it would be something different than usual." He made a face. "Can't you shake things up a little? Please? For me?"

"Well, you'll be happy to know that I suppose I am shaking things up a little," Lucifer reassured him.

"Oh? Who's coming?" Dexter questioned.

"That Eleanor from the witch school," Lucifer replied. "Did you know she's a Mikaelson? Yes, I did my research on the girl. I figured that if she wants to have all my secrets, I should find out hers as well. I'm surprised. You'd think that someone who's a descendant of the first family of vampires would be a bit more exciting, but...there has to be an odd one out in every family, I guess." He shrugged.

"So she actually talked to you and she's coming?" Dexter asked. "That surprises me."

"Well, no, she doesn't actually have something on the schedule but she seems like the persistent type and after our last encounter, I highly doubt she'll just want to end things there." Lucifer shrugged and put his feet up on the desk. "So I guess now all I have to do is wait for her to show up. When she does, will you send her to me?"

"I suppose," Dexter nodded. "But would you just...she's only a kid. Be careful, would you?"

"Oh, of course," Lucifer nodded. "So kind of you to be worried for her."

"I'm not worried for her," Dexter shook his head. "I'm worried about what will happen to you if you do anything to make her mad."

Ellie parked her car and then went inside. She knew she didn't have an appointment, and that it was completely presumptuous for her to just barge in, but she didn't care. He would see her whether he liked it or not.

As she made her way toward the elevator, a voice made her pause. "Hello, there. Lovely to see you again."

She turned and eyed Dexter. "Hi. So...what's your job exactly? To keep an eye out for undesirables? Since I don't have an appointment, are you gonna toss me out on my butt?"

"I would never do such a thing," Dexter assured her and held the elevator door when it came. "Please go upstairs. Do your paper. I wish you the best of luck."

"T...thank you," Ellie replied and stepped inside, feeling a sense of foreboding. "Just a question. If something happens to me and I scream, will you be able to hear it?"

"Oh, yes," Dexter sighed heavily. "Yes I certainly will."

Ellie waited for more details but he didn't give her any. He walked away as the doors closed, leaving her to wonder, for the first time, just what she was getting herself into.

As Ellie stepped off the elevator and began making her way through the eerily silent penthouse, she cleared her throat before speaking to make sure her voice was strong and didn't waver. "Mr. Morningstar? It's Eleanor Mikaelson, you know, from the witch school?...I'm here to ask you a few questions for my paper. Dexter said it would be all right and told me to come right up."

"Well, yes," Came Lucifer's voice. It was in a room close by, the door half open. "You're expected. Please come in."

Ellie came inside the room, which looked like an office, and cleared her throat again. His back was to her. If she left now, he wouldn't know...

"Well, hello, Miss Mikaelson," Lucifer got out as the chair slowly turned. His eyes were downcast, his hands together as if in prayer. Then he looked up, started violently, and swore under his breath. Whoever this vision was that had just strode into his office, it was not the same person as that badly dressed waif who'd threatened to ruin him before.

He felt himself wince as she made her way toward the desk, walking in a way that showed a bit of leg with every step. Or maybe she still did want to ruin him, she was just being more clever about it now.

"Do you mind if I sit?" She asked, pulling the chair on the opposite side of the desk toward herself.

"Yes," Lucifer nodded. "Please do. I...I hope it's not too...hard...for you to get the chair yourself. I'm...I can't really move right now."

Ellie sat, bit her lip on a smile, and undid one more button. "Really? I'm sorry. Anything I can do to help?"

"No," Lucifer shook his head and shut his eyes tight. "No thank you. I think I can manage." Finally, he felt like he could open them again, as long as he pictured her in clogs and a muumuu. "Sorry about that," he told her. "Now, you said your last name was Mikaelson? You didn't mention it before. Does that mean you're descended from the Original family of vampires?"

Not wanting him to know anything he could use against her, Ellie quickly stood up and changed the subject. "You know, I didn't come here to talk about me. I came here to talk about you!" She then pushed her glasses up her nose, took her pen and notebook in hand, leaning forward to start asking questions. She looked so much like something out of a porn film that Lucifer felt the urge to look around and ask if they were secretly being filmed, but he thought better of it. He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and did his best to stay calm.

"Are you all right, Mr. Morningstar?" Ellie asked and then crossed one leg over the other. "Can I get you a drink? A cold glass of water, perhaps? You seem nervous."

"Oh, no, I'm never nervous, darling," he told her with a smile. "It's always very exciting to meet someone new, don't you think?" He then shook his head and removed his suit jacket before pushing up the sleeves of his button down shirt. "I hope you don't mind my removing my jacket? It feels a bit warm in here. I'll have to have a talk with Dexter about the thermostat."

"Y-yes," Ellie nodded, unable to take her eyes off his arms. "You should." She wasn't stupid; she knew what he was doing. But she felt she could let herself enjoy it at least a little. "You want me to help with your shirt too if you're so hot?" Themn she realized what she said and put a hand over her mouth as he turned.

"What? What did you say?"

"Nothing," she said quickly. "I was just saying that I wish I could change my shirt because I was so hot."

"I'm sorry," Lucifer replied. "But you're not that far from taking it off. I suppose I could help..."

"No, thank you," Ellie shook her head," she said as he shut his eyes tight and groaned. "It's not terrible. I think I can tolerate it. Now, about your work..." She began asking him questions, keeping her eyes on him as she slipped off her shoes, which were really starting to annoy her, and stretched out her legs under the desk. While she was doing that, one of her feet bumped into Lucifer's leg and his eyes widened.

"Was that you?" He asked.

"Sorry," Ellie shook her head. "I don't know who else it could have been." She leaned to look under the desk while Lucifer took the opportunity to get a better look at her butt. "Do you have anyone else under here?"

"No, can't say I do," Lucifer replied.

"Right," Ellie agreed. She tried to sit up, but hit her head on the way up. "Shit!" She yelled. Then she looked at Lucifer, blushing slightly. "Sorry, I have a bit of a mouth on me sometimes."

"Yes," Lucifer nodded, discovering that her swearing was yet another thing that aroused him. "It's all right I suppose. Who doesn't?"

"Right," Ellie nodded. "Back to work." Then she made a face. "You're right," she said and started to remove her blouse. "Very hot in here, even with what I'm wearing."

"Oh, no you don't!" He cried, coming around the desk and grabbing a handful of her silky hair so that she was forced to look him in the eye. "If you're trying to seduce me, I don't know why. You're just a child. You're no good at it. I've no time to deal with a girl pretending to be a woman. Now, button up your shirt and do your work, or leave my sight!"

"Let me go!" She yelled and kicked him in the shin. "You're hurting me!"

As he fell down, she got up and started toward him, and once he stood up she got closer and closer until she backed him up against the wall, her grin unnerving him. "Maybe you're right," she said, kneeling down in front of him. "Maybe I don't know enough about how to seduce a man. But maybe you can show me. Want to see what I already know?"

His breath was beginning to pick up. "What are you doing?" He asked in shock as she undid his pants after unbuckling his belt. "What do you think you're..." He quickly grabbed the wrist of the hand that was making its way toward his crotch, and the other wrist as well, and pulled her to her feet. "Be careful," he hissed. "You're playing with fire now. Be glad that I stopped you."

"Or is it that you're glad you stopped me?" Ellie asked, panting. "The very thought of me touching you clearly did something to you. Admit it! And stop telling me I'm not a woman!"

"All right," Lucifer cried, picking her up and putting her over his shoulder. "If you're so eager to prove it to me, let's have at it, because your mind is clearly not on work!"

"What?" Ellie asked. "Just what do you think you're doing? You put me down right this minute!" She began pounding on his back and trying to kick him.

"Interesting that you don't seem so brave now, do you?" Lucifer asked.

"I'm not scared of you, if that's what you think," Ellie said. "I just don't like being manhandled by caveman jerks!"

He was silent as he made the determined march to his room.

"Did you hear me?" Ellie asked. "Say something! I will not be ignored!"

Finally, he threw her down on his bed. "There!" He cried. "I'm not touching you anymore! Will you shut up?"

"Make me!" Ellie cried. "I dare you!"

"Are you sure you know what you're asking for?" Lucifer wanted to know. "Because I'm not holding back."

"I don't need you to," Ellie said, pulling off her blouse and glasses. The blouse went on the floor and the glasses were set neatly on the bedside table. "Whatever you do, I can handle it."

Lucifer heaved a big sigh. "I doubt it," he said before he pulled her into his arms. "But since you're such an adult..." He kissed her deeply, pulling her hair out of its bun as he ran his fingers through the silky strands. Her arms went around his neck after the first kiss was broken, she stuck her nose in the space between his neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply, as he did with the scent of her hair. Then she licked his neck and even nipped it a little and then it was all over for him.

"I need to take you," he said. "We've passed the point of no return."

"Good," she panted as he threw her back on the bed, undressing himself and undressing her the rest of the way. "So...good..."

He kissed her soundly again and sucked gently on each of her breasts before giving her a smirk, his fingers going down the side of her face. "I...I suppose you want me to be gentle," he told her. "I suppose I should be."

Ellie wasn't sure if this was a pointed reference to her being a virgin, but it seemed like he was mocking her. "Be gentle be rough, I don't care!" She cried. "I can take it just like anyone else you bring up here!"

"Well, all right," Lucifer told her. "I'm not holding back. But do remember that I asked if you decide to complain after."

"Oh, just shut up and do it!" She cried, expecting him to run her through. But instead, he slipped his hand between her legs and rubbed her hard, then slipped a finger inside her, gently going in and out.

"Yes, oh, yes!" She got out. "Harder! Harder!" She grabbed his face and brought it down to kiss her and as the kiss broke, he whispered to her.

"I hope you're ready."

"Oh, yes," she breathed, letting out a yell that turned into a laugh as he began pushing into her. "Yes!" She yelled. "Good Golly!"

He then paused, put her hands up over her head, ran his tongue around her belly button, and then pushed into her again.

"More!" She cried. "More! Harder!"

Lucifer was panting now and looked down at her with admiration. She was panting and flushed and grinning widely. He put his lips against her ear. "Don't worry. By the time I'm through with you, you aren't going to be able to move for at least a couple of hours."

"Really?" Ellie returned, slowly licking her bottom lip. "Is that a promise?"

"Yes," Lucifer nodded.

"Well, in that case, let's change position," Ellie requested. "How does it feel to do it standing up?"

"Let me show you while you can still move with some ease," Lucifer returned. They crossed the room and he balanced her against the wall, burying himself inside her again and again until she collapsed against him.

"Why does it have to stop?" She asked, pouting adorably as she panted. "I mean, I know my body is tired, but my mind's not! Maybe we can go on a little longer."

"No, let's rest now," Lucifer told her and carried her back to bed. "At least for a little while. I suppose since I've apparently turned you into a mad sex fiend, I have a responsibility to help."

"Yes, you do," Ellie nodded as she pulled the blankets over herself. "These feel nice. This is the first time I've slept with silk sheets."

"Really?" Lucifer asked, gently rubbing her shoulder with a corner of the sheet. "I wouldn't sleep in anything else. I assume whatever bedding they give you at that school of yours isn't exactly comfortable."

"Well, it's not the worst it could be, but-" She took a handful of the silk sheet. "-It's definitely not this." She gave him a smile. "I've heard this is excellent for warding off wrinkles and having good hair. Is that true?"

He gave her a wink. "Well, considering that an 'old man' like me looks like this, what do you think?"

She giggled and swallowed, even blushing slightly pink. "Thank you for this. I probably don't need to tell you because I bet it's written all over my face, but...this was my first time."

"I know," he said and brushed some of her soft hair off her face. "That's why I tried to find a balance and be a little gentle. Did I hurt you?"

"Which time?" Ellie asked.

Lucifer chuckled. "The first time, I guess."

She shook her head, reaching up to trace his jawbone with her finger. "No, you did fine. Didn't hurt a bit."

"Eleanor," he whispered in breathy voice as he slid his hands over her body under the covers. "Just what are you doing to me?"

Ellie smiled. "I still don't quite get it myself. You seem to really like my body but I've never thought of it as anything special. Mostly just a place to put chocolate cake and pasta."

He chuckled."Well, you obviously need new glasses then," he told her. Then he whispered against her ear. "You're an absolute vision."

She giggled. "Your five o'clock shadow is tickling my cheek, sir."

"Well, get used to it," he said and gently slapped her butt. "Because I'm not shaving."

"I wasn't asking you to," Ellie replied, running her hands down his cheeks, the feeling of the beard beneath her palms making her shiver.

"Talk to me," Lucifer got out as they both lay facing each other in bed. "Just who is Eleanor Mikaelson?"

She blushed. "Well, it's a good thing we had sex before you asked that question because once I tell you, you'll probably be horribly bored with me." She sighed. "Dad's a doctor, Mom's a fitness instructor. I was born in England because that's where my dad was attending medical school. and my mom, even though they were just teenagers at the time and not married, decided that she couldn't live without him. Along with that, I'm a witch...well, a witch/vampire with a little bit of werewolf and as for what I want to do with myself...something meaningful: Journalism, helping people...but something that leaves time for me too. It might be selfish but I don't want to give so much of myself that I'm just...drowing and miserable all the time. Like how my dad feels when he loses a patient..." She paused and blushed. "Is that what you meant? Or did you want the short answer that Eleanor Mikaelson is a pain in your butt?"

"Well, you're not at the moment, but I'm sure it could be easily arranged." He winked.

Ellie chuckled. "Oh, there you go again!" She sighed. "I might not be very experienced now, but I want to tell you that if you go slow with me and are patient, I'm totally open to more exciting...bedroom things."

"Is that so?" Lucifer grinned widely. "How delightful. And it doesn't surprise me. You seem like a determined and ambitious woman, Eleanor, Mikaelson, and that you could be anything your heart desires."

Ellie sighed. "That's why...that's why I wonder if we should have done this. I have goals...and dreams and stuff and I want to be more than just...just another notch on your bedpost. I don't want to do this unless you truly want me and aren't just feeding me lines you've told so many others." She paused and winced. "Sorry if this hurts your feelings or is a mood killer, but I have to be realistic."

Lucifer pulled her to him and looked her in the eye. "I do want you," he said earnestly. "I did ever since I laid eyes on you." He paused. "Is that how you felt about me?"

Ellie scoffed. "Not that I would admit to myself, but yeah." She sighed. "But it confuses me why, you know, you'd want me. I'm inexperienced and boring and I can be real...judgy sometimes and...you're just used to having women throw themselves at you for the night, like nice toys or whatever, but I..."

Lucifer put a finger to her lips. "Shush. It's true that you're not the sort of person I usually pursue, but maybe that's good. Maybe it means you're the one I want to stay. I want you, Eleanor Mikaelson. Do you want me?"

"Well, yes," Ellie muttered. "But I...but I..." She was terrible at being put on the spot.

"No buts," he said and began kissing her again until a discreet cough caused them to separate so that Ellie could cover herself up with a blanket.

"Sorry," Dexter apologized, trying to avert his eyes. "She came several hours ago and I thought she'd left by now."

"Well, as you can see, she hasn't," Lucifer snapped. "Take the rest of the night off. I won't need you to come back until tomorrow. We'll be able to find something to eat, I'm sure."

"He doesn't have to leave," Ellie whispered. "I'm covered up now!"

"Sorry," Dexter was blushing now. "I'll just...go now. Good night."

"And remember to not come back!" Lucifer yelled.

"Yes, boss, I promise I won't forget," Dexter assured him.

Once he was gone, Lucifer took Ellie's hand. "I'm so sorry about that. He's usually so good about not interrupting."

Ellie grinned and pushed him back onto the mattress before straddling him and running her hands lightly up and down his bare chest before leaning down and kissing him lightly. "Show me how sorry you are," she whispered before kissing one shoulder and then the other. "And just maybe then I'll forgive you."

Lucifer chuckled. She was certainly learning fast. "Well, if you put it that way, darling, I suppose I have no other choice, do I?"

"No," Ellie grinned and thrust her hips forward a little. "You don't."

"How are you feeling?" Lucifer asked. "Better?"

"Very much, thank you," Ellie replied. He'd pulled out one of his shirts for her to wear when he'd noticed that her whole body was covered in goosebumps. It was a bit big, but that just made it easier to snuggle into. "So big and warm and cozy!" She sniffed. "And it smells like you too! I like this cologne!"

"Well, all right," Lucifer smiled. "I promise from now on, I'll only wear it when you're around." He didn't tell her that it smelled so much like him because he'd pulled it from the hamper. That wasn't something she needed to know.

He chuckled and pulled her close. "You know, you've adapted to all this incredibly well. When you came through the club door, did you think you were going to end up like this?"

"Well I thought it would be a possibility so I wasn't completely surprised," Ellie said.

"And...are you glad that it was...and that it was with someone like me?" Lucifer asked. "Or would you rather it had been with, you know, a genius scientist or something?"

"No, no," Ellie shook her head. "I know you think that, and I can see why, but...I'm not much of a risk taker. I just...I'm the person who's in bed by eleven and does all their homework on Fridays, and...even asks to do extra because I have nothing else in my life, it feels like. This...this for me, was good. Knowing someone like you...it's very good for me. Expands my horizons. Gives me an adventure to tell people about. And I've never had that outside of a book, so...thank you."

"You're welcome," Lucifer told her. "Maybe next time you come back you could bring one of your favorite books?"

"Really?" Ellie grinned. "I think I'd like that."

She looked around the room, which was littered with empty ice cream cartons. "You know, when I said I would like some ice cream, you didn't have to bring me the whole store!" She paused. "What do you think the best flavor is? I'm torn between creme brulee and double fudge."

"The one with the cherries and little chocolate bits wasn't so bad." He ran his hand lightly over her bare arms and leg, which brought the goosebumps back again. "You're not the only one who likes ice cream," he said, whispering it aganst her ear, then gently biting her earlobe.

Ellie giggled awkwardly, which ended in a snort. "Something tells me you want something other than ice cream."

"Well, just a little," Lucifer grinned, then watched as she dropped her dirty spoon onto the shirt, which made it stain. "Oops, looks like I'll have to get out of this, it's dirty!"

She whipped off the shirt and was naked again, giving him a wink. "Luckily for you, I am too." Then, she dipped her finger into the ice cream carton nearest and licked off some of the melted stuff which made him growl and pull her in close.

"Miss Eleanor," he whispered. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Well, yeah," Ellie grinned. "And it's working, isn't it?" She gave him a wink. "I guess I'm getting good at this."

"You'll never be able to convince me you had any other plan when you came in here with those high heels, that shirt that basically covered nothing, and that skirt slit up to your navel," Lucifer told her. "I won't believe it." He chuckled.

Ellie shrugged, blushing a little. "Well, a woman can be both professional and confident when interviewing a man without thinking the man wants to seduce her, can't she? My mom is in a field of work with lots of men in it, you know, teaching fitness instruction and helping athletes train and everything and it's hard!"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me," Lucifer told her. "If that's your plan, and you can't deny it was, there's no point in lying about it. It's not like it made me hate you."

"Maybe," Ellie shrugged. "So my final vote on the ice cream is the double fudge. What's yours?"

"I can't give you an answer because there's one flavor I didn't taste yet."

"And what do you mean by that?" Ellie looked around. "I don't see any empty cartons."

"I mean you," he said with a smile. "Please let me taste you." He tugged at her legs so she fell back onto the mattress with a chuckle and found him on top of her and looking into her eyes. "I want to taste the best dessert in the world."

Ellie blushed. "I don't know. You know, I've never had anyone...I'm really shy and I..." She was blushing bright red now.

"Well naturally, you were waiting for me. I promise I'll be gentle," he assured her. "Just like before/

"Well, all right," Ellie sighed. "But don't blame me if you don't like it!"

"I don't think that's possible," he replied. He then kissed her lips and worked his way downward, kissing neck, shoulders, breasts, and stomach, and by the time he reached her inner thighs, she was panting wildly and squirming underneath him. As he got closer and closer to her core, the feeling of release was maddening and when finally, with a flick of his tongue, she climaxed and saw stars. She had no idea he was so good with his lips and teeth and tongue but she should have figured. Her hips bucked as she cried out his name, and a growl escaped his lips.

Then, something happened. When Ellie was able to fully open her eyes again, she saw...wings. that Lucifer had wings. Wonderful, perfect, shiny things. She'd never seen anything like them.

"They're so beautiful!" She whispered.

"What?" He whispered back.

"You have wings!" She said.

"Oh, damn!" He cried. "Damn, damn, damn!" And with that, his mood abruptly changed and he began throwing her clothes at her. "All right, lovely evening, but you're going to leave now and you're not going to mention a word of this to anyone or put it in your little paper, or I'm going to make you very sorry, do you understand, Miss Mikaelson?"

"What?" Ellie asked. "Lucifer, what's the matter? They're not bad! You're a beautiful angel!"

"I'm not, for Dad's sake! I'm the Devil! I...I don't have to explain anything to you," he said. "Please just get out and don't come back."

"Well, fine," Ellie spat and quickly dressed. "I was stupid to think this would end up any other way! You're a really good actor, but underneath that is the jackass I always knew you were! Goodbye, Mr. Morningstar. And thanks for an evening that I will regret for the rest of my life!" She left, slammed the door behind herself, and, when she got out to her car, instead of driving back to the dorm, sat in her car and sobbed and swore in the parking lot.