Lea wasn't sure how long she had been gawking at the marvel of a demon in front of her when she finally snapped out of it, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed about herself.

"I… I'm sorry, am I being weird?" Lea asked, catching the slightly uncertain expression on Diavolo's face.

"No, no, I don't mind," Diavolo said, shaking his head— The childlike astonishment and enthusiasm in her eyes was pretty damn cute, to be honest, and he couldn't help but to smile. "You… you can take a closer look if you like?" Diavolo suggested. He could swear he heard the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears when he lowered his head, offering his horns for Lea to inspect.

Lea couldn't hide her surprise. "Can I really?" She asked.

"Of course." Diavolo smiled, and Lea could've sworn she saw him blush a little. "Feel free."

He watched with bated breath as Lea slowly raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing against the tips of his horns. A shudder ran down his spine as her fingers lightly traced the ridges and bumps, carefully examining every detail.

"Wow, they're so pretty..." Lea whispered in awe. The tips of her fingers brushed over the tip of his right horn, and she could've sworn she saw his shoulders flinch at the touch. "S-sorry! Did that feel weird?"

"No, no, you just… surprised me." Diavolo murmured, still keeping his head down.

Lea was touching his horns. His horns. She was touching his horns. This was the first time anyone had ever touched his horns like this, and his heart was beating like crazy. It was impossible to deny that he was enjoying her touch, even though he knew he shouldn't. The sensation of her fingers against his horns was oddly... pleasurable. It was a feeling he couldn't quite put a finger on, and it sent shivers all across his body.

As he cautiously looked up, Diavolo found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her lips, which were glistening in the moonlight— Her mouth was slightly open, her soft pink tongue occasionally darting out to moisten her lower lip. She looked so tempting, so utterly enticing. And the worst part was, she had no idea of the effect she had on him.

"Wow, I still can't believe these are real..." Lea, who was still admiring his horns, was too busy to notice the look on Diavolo's face. "They're so smooth..."

"Yeah, I- I think they are..." Diavolo agreed, his voice coming out hoarser than usual. When he felt Lea's fingertips digging into his hair, tracing the very base of his horns, a soft groan escaped his lips.

"Ah!" Lea flinched, instantly drawing her hand back. "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"No, no, I liked it." Diavolo said before he could stop himself. His cheeks were burning with embarrassment, but he couldn't help it. The way she was looking at him made him want to grab her and pull her closer, so much closer…

"O-oh, really..?" Lea blushed, averting her gaze in embarrassment. She didn't know what to think of his sudden reaction..! Not wanting Diavolo to feel awkward about himself, Lea took a small step back, gesturing him to turn around. "Can I take a look at your wings as well?"

"My wings?" Diavolo seemed a bit surprised by her request.

"Yes, please, if that's okay with you."

Diavolo gave her a hesitant look— He could see her fingers were already twitching, she was clearly aching to touch his wings as well. The idea was making him a bit nervous, but then again, Lea had already rubbed his horns, so why not go all in.

"Alright." Diavolo turned his back on her and slowly spread his wings, giving her better access to them. He didn't need to look to know the expression on her face— She was surely gawking at his wings with wide, sparkling eyes.

"They're so beautiful..." Lea whispered, taking a careful step closer.

"Go ahead, don't be afraid." Diavolo said as he sensed the hesitation in her voice.

"Are you sure..?"

"I'm sure." Diavolo swallowed hard.

Slowly, carefully, Lea reached out and touched his wing. Her fingertips traced along the edge, and Diavolo couldn't help but to shiver.

"Whoa, they feel so warm..." Lea gasped, feeling the warmth radiating against her hand.

Lea ran her hand down the length of his wing, her fingers grazing over the silky smooth surface. Diavolo inhaled sharply when her touch lingered dangerously close to the base of his wing— That area was a sensitive spot, and having her touch him there would surely drive him crazy. Yet, he couldn't make himself do anything to stop her.

"I can't believe this is happening..!" Lea beamed in excitement. "This all is so… so..!" She was so focused on touching his wings that she failed to notice how tense his shoulders were.

"I can't believe it either..!" Diavolo muttered under his breath, trying his best to hide the fact that her touch was driving him mad. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth; He couldn't understand why her touch was affecting him so much. He tried to keep his breathing steady... but then Lea's hand trailed to the base of his wing, causing a loud groan to escape his lips. Diavolo quickly covered his mouth, his cheeks burning.

"Are you alright?" Lea asked, her eyes wide.

"Yes, I'm fine." Diavolo did his best to assure her. "It just... tickled a little, that's all." He let out a shuddering breath, biting his lip. The way her fingers grazed his wing was absolutely sinful, and he was starting to get carried away.

"Oh, okay..." Lea was a bit perplexed, but didn't think too much of it.

Diavolo didn't know if to feel relieved or disappointed when Lea eventually stopped touching his wings.

"So... Is your curiosity satisfied?" He asked, surreptitiously adjusting his pants before turning around— This was one of those rare moments, when he was grateful for those loose fitting harem-style pants of his..!

When he turned to face her, his breath hitched— Lea was standing still so close to him, her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes filled with wonder and adoration.

"Well, not entirely." Lea admitted, giving him a sheepish smile.

"No?" Diavolo was genuinely surprised.

"Are these real?"

"EH?!" Diavolo almost choked in his own saliva when Lea poked his abdomen with her finger. "What are you-?!"

"These tattoos." Lea looked up at him innocently. "Do you have them in your other form as well or just now?"

"T-they're real." Diavolo cleared his throat, hoping she wouldn't notice the slight tremor in his voice. "It's not a tattoo, I was born with them. They're only visible now-"

"Can I?" Lea's hand hovered over his bare midriff, and she gave him a questioning look.

Diavolo couldn't believe his ears. He had to put an end to this, right now. She had her hands all over his wings and horns, and now she wanted to-

"Diavolo?"

"Y-yes. Go ahead." Diavolo gave her a weak nod, his cheeks burning.

Shit. He was supposed to say no! What kind of a prince allowed someone— a human, not to mention it— to touch him so casually like that? But at the same time, he was dying to find out how it would feel, to have her fingers tracing his skin…

Lea was hesitant, but her curiosity eventually got the better of her. Diavolo held his breath as Lea's fingers slowly traced the line of his markings. Her touch was feather light, barely there, but it was enough to send a shock wave through his body. It was a sensation he had never felt before, and he felt his muscles clench under her touch. His heart was racing in his chest— It was all too much, her closeness, her scent, her touch.

"They're so smooth..." Lea gasped, her fingers following the curve of the markings that disappeared underneath the hem of his pants. Diavolo swallowed hard as she trailed her fingertips over his stomach, her touch lingering just below his navel. She was so close, and the sensation of her skin against his was too much to bear.

"They're kinda… sensitive." Diavolo admitted, his voice raspy. He didn't trust his own voice to say anything else, and he hoped Lea wouldn't notice his reaction.

"They look quite amazing." Lea mused, completely unaware of the effect her touch had on him.

Diavolo didn't trust his own legs to hold him upright any longer, and he leaned heavily against the railing.

"Is it okay if I touch them a little more?"

Diavolo felt like the ground was spinning beneath his feet. "Uh, I-" He gulped. His mouth was dry and his heart was hammering against his ribcage. He didn't know how to tell her no. How could he tell her no when her touch was making him feel like this?

"Ooh, they go all the way up here." Lea muttered half to herself, her fingertips slowly making their way up his abdomen.

Diavolo swallowed hard when her hand rested against his chest, and he found himself looking down into her eyes. His heart was pounding so hard, it was nearly deafening. Her eyes were full of wonder and innocence, her cheeks flushed. She was so close, and her presence was intoxicating. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to-

"What are you two doing here?"

Diavolo jerked at the sound of Lucifer's voice, nearly losing his footing.

"L-Lucifer! There you are!" Diavolo's voice sounded almost hysterical as he quickly stepped away from Lea. "I was just- we were just admiring the view! Yes, the view, isn't it a lovely view, huh, Lucifer?" Diavolo gestured wildly towards the horizon, his face red.

"Indeed it is." Lucifer arched an eyebrow. He looked at Diavolo with an expression that was a mixture of surprise and confusion. "The guests are expecting you to the dancefloor, Lord Diavolo."

"Of course! Yes, of course! Right away!" Diavolo exclaimed. He knew Lucifer would start questioning him as soon as they were alone, and he dreaded that moment, but now the most important thing was to get his mind off from the dangerous thoughts he had just been experiencing a moment earlier. He glanced at Lea, who was looking back and forth between him and Lucifer. "So, shall we?" Diavolo flashed her his most convincing smile.

"Shall we… what?" Lea, who still didn't quite catch on to the tension in the air, frowned as she was about to follow Diavolo back inside, but the sudden realization made her stop at her tracks. "Wait- we- we have to dance..?!" Of course she knew there would be dancing at the party, sure, but she hadn't expected to be dragged out to the dancefloor as well! "I'm fine being a wallflower! I- I don't mind, seriously..!"

"Come now, Lea. There's no reason for you to stand on the sidelines." Diavolo chuckled, and he was clearly amused by her nervousness. "You're a guest of honor, afterall. And don't worry— You'll do fine." He gave Lea a reassuring smile, offering his hand to her.

"It's easy for you to say..!" Hesitantly, Lea took his hand, allowing the demon prince to lead her back inside.

"It's not that difficult, believe me." Diavolo grinned, and he led her to the center of the dancefloor.

Diavolo glanced towards Lucifer, who was watching them from a distance. As he wrapped his arm around Lea's waist, pulling her closer, Lucifer gave him a warning glare. Diavolo was used to occasionally getting disapproving looks from Lucifer, but this time it was different— Somehow, Diavolo had the feeling that the disapproval wasn't only directed towards him.