Raphael stands in front of you, the devil you know all too well, his grin is wide, his arms open as if in for a hug, you know he isn't to be trusted, you've met you fair share of devils before, but there's something about Raphael you can't quite put your finger on, like he wants something else from you.

"Come now, lost one, why so hesitant?" His tone is low, seductive — He likes you, you remind him of himself, it's the only way he could ever get interested in you like this anyway.