Over the last year they'd played many a dirty, sensual game enjoying the pleasures of flesh in ways he never imagined. Sure, it was his role in the grand city of Las Vegas to convince people they loved him so that he might steal little traces of their souls, but true love, he had no idea what it meant or that it even existed until Samuel stumbled into his reach. A beautiful piece of heavenly light with a touch that set him on fire in ways he could not described but boy did he relish burning.

Flynn sat up abruptly putting an end to his self-enjoyment. "Keep it up," he snickered at his own pun, "and you'll get nowhere. You're going to be late, don't want to disappoint. Let's find a nice outfit, something frisky, something fun, something that says fuck me." He jumped off the bed. "Let's have another go."

The metal artwork shimmered until his reflection looked normal. A quick snap of the fingers.

"Hot on some, but not on you, sweetheart," he said at the jeans-plaid shirt combination. It made him feel too ... boy next door. Definitely not his style. "There has to be something fetching."

He tried again.

"Hm," he did a little turn to the side, then the other. "This might just work."

He retained the leather pants, though they'd been done up right while still leaving little to the imagination, and added a simple, dark purple, button-up shirt. He undid a few of the top buttons to reveal just enough bare chest to be teasing and rolled the sleeves up to just below his elbows. Positively delicious. Something was still lacking, but what?

"Oh where is a demon's fairy godmother when he needs her?" And then a little light popped on. "Ah, of course, accessories."

A dark banded watch on one wrist. A tasteful little hoop earring. A chain that ran just below his collarbone paired with a longer necklace that bore a burning amulet from the depths of his home. Satisfied he wasn't going to be able to come up with anything better he gave the outfit his seal of approval. It was still more clothing than he typically wore, but with the impending date he saw very little in the way of options. Besides, if all went as planned he'd be wearing nothing by the end of the date.

Date, there was that word again. After all their little bedroom games they'd decided to have an official date. And just what, he wondered; did his beloved angel have in mind? Flynn checked his newly acquired watch and felt his heart skip a beat. The time of their meeting was drawing ever closer. He could already feel the way Samuel traced the contours of his body, the feathery touch of the angel's fingers bringing him such sweet, decadent pleasures. And Samuel's kisses, oh how he adored the taste of the angel, the way that one simple meeting of the lips made him feel ice cold to his very core. He had tried sucking on peppermints and ice cubes in order to replicate the sensation without success.

Samuel was ... so many wonderful things.