“I’m sorry, what?”

Asmodeus looked at you with wide eyes full of confusion, his expression one of shock. You had just asked him a question he never thought he’d ever get asked; “what is love?” He didn’t believe that you didn’t know what love was, but the more he stared at your god-honest questioning expression, he believed.

You didn’t know what love was.

“It’s, uh, it’s like a, uh.” Asmodeus struggled, trying to find the right words to use. He bit his tongue, thinking deeply. “It’s like a bond shared between two people. Sometimes it can be more than two people, of course, but it’s an understanding of usually a person’s feelings and emotions.” He explains in the best way possible, making gestures with his hands as he does.