Ivy's blushing cheeks were poorly obscured by her coffee anyway, so she ultimately chose to set it down.
"Not like it's any of your fudging business, you annoyingly handsome jerkface, but I'm Satan and Lilith's third and youngest daughter," she began.
Shit.
She's really laying it out there, Belphegor muttered inwardly. And did she try to sneak a compliment in there?
"I love that," Justin said, nodding fervently. Belphegor couldn't tell if he caught the praise or not.
"That's crazy. Daughter of Satan, easily the most interesting date I've been on by, like, default."
"It's not crazy, it's true, pathetic human," she huffed. When he didn't so much as wince, her eyes widened slightly and she continued.
"My mother hates me. You probably think I'm a bitch, but she's the worst. She won't let me hold any domain in Hell of my own.Not even, like, a single kingdom!"
"Hey, at least you've got parents," he chuckled.
