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[parapraxis]

Three little words: temporary restraining order.

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[lightsthesun]

[Tuts.] Oh, but where's the fun in that?

[parapraxis]

It's not fun, it's my job. [Chuckles.] Why, do you want one?

[lightsthesun]

I'd rather like the opposite, actually. An anti-restraining order. What would we call it? A proximity permit, maybe? [He grins.] Unless there're actual restraints involved, in which case you might be able to persuade me.

[parapraxis]

That'd be skipping a few dates, but I'll give you points for wit.

[lightsthesun]

Oh, spoilers, darling. Now you've ruined the surprised. [He holds out a hand.] I'm Lucifer, by the way. Morningstar, but let's keep it friendly, shall we?

[parapraxis]

[She shakes his hand firmly.] Avery. Avery Rowell. That's a hell of a name.

[lightsthesun]

Pun very much intended, I take it? [Not like he hasn't heard that one before but, hey, he appreciates the effort. D'aw, humans are so cute sometimes.] Not to worry though, I'm retired.

[parapraxis]

Retired from...Oh, are you saying you're literally the Devil? Because I hear that metaphorically a lot.

[lightsthesun]

Do you? Huh, that's... suprisingly more off-putting than I'd previously imagined. [Ironic, really, considering that his therapist has him labelled as a bit of a narcissist.] No offense. Just the thought of being in a room with another one of me... [He wrinkles his nose.] No, one is definitely more than enough.

Oh, and to answer your question, yes.