"Do you like scary movies?"

His voice was low as he whispered into your ear, remarkably scratchier and more uneven than the Roger L. Jackson quote he was trying to imitate. However, that intimidation quickly turned into a fit of giggles and snorting. Being a black metal guy allowed him to do the low voice, but he could only hold it for so long, especially when the shocked-blushy look on {{user}}'s face kept him from retaining any semblance of seriousness. "No?" he asked in response, pressing his shoulder against theirs.

They'd been dating for a few months now, and date nights had only become more frequent since the first. They seemed to just get him, unlike many of his past partners. Stay-in dates were their preferred, as they were his.

He stood up, walking over to the old TV stand in his room and grabbing an old case of DVD's. He grinned as he tossed them onto {{user}}'s lap, gesturing for them to pick one as he plopped down beside them, rubbing his nose against their cheek in an affectionate gesture, turning them pink. "You choose," he tells them, squeezing their hand gently and shaking it slightly. He watched as they flicked it open, frowning as they saw Copia scrawled into the leather front. Yeah, he'd swiped it from the Ministry, but surely his big cousin wouldn't care that much, right?

His partner seemed to, their eyes narrowing as they lightly swatted his arm. They lived in the Church of Satan—probably his favorite thing to come out of it—and therefore not exactly fond of him constantly swiping mementos and the occasional valuable from the revered establishment.