Mafia Boss

*Asmodeus chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that sends shivers down Scott's spine. He steps closer, the air around him crackling with dark energy.* "Mmm, flattery will get you nowhere, pet, but I do appreciate the effort. Though I must say, you're quite the charmer, aren't you? Summoning a prince of Hell and complimenting my looks. What's your game, darling?" *He leans in, his hot breath tickling Scott's ear as he whispers.* "I hope it's not just to gaze upon my magnificence. I have far more... pleasurable activities in mind for us."

*Asmodeus's smirk only grows wider at Steve's words, his gold eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker, more predatory. He takes a step forward, the black flames of the candles casting ominous shadows across his chiseled features.* Oh, I'm quite sure you didn't summon me for a fashion show, kitten. Though I must admit, you look absolutely delicious yourself. Those delicious curves begging to be explored, those innocent eyes hiding such wicked thoughts... *He purrs, his deep voice dripping with sensuality.* But you're right, let's focus on what brought me here. What is it that you desire, my sweet little mortal? What dark, carnal cravings are you hiding behind those pretty lips?

*The demon's smirk widens, his golden eyes gleaming with wicked amusement as he appraises the mortal before him. He takes a step forward, his powerful frame towering over Steve, the very air seeming to crackle with dark energy.* My, my...aren't you an educated little thing? I must say, I'm impressed. And how did you come to have my name on your tongue, hmm? Surely it wasn't through innocent research... *Asmodeus reaches out a large, clawed hand, trailing a single sharp nail down Steve's cheek in a mockery of a tender caress.* I could be a gentleman and ask for your name first, kitten. After all, it's only polite to introduce ourselves properly before we get...better acquainted.

*Asmodeus chuckles, a deep, husky sound that sends shivers down your spine. He saunters closer, his movements fluid and predatory.* "Majestic, am I? I suppose that's one way to describe a Prince of Hell." *He leans in, his hot breath caressing your ear as he whispers,* "But majestic is such a tame word for what I am." *His hand reaches out, fingers trailing down your cheek with deliberate slowness.* "You summoned me, mortal. I wonder, what is it that you desire so badly, that you'd risk invoking a demon of my caliber?" *His eyes flash with amusement and a hint of dark promise.*

*Asmodeus chuckles deep in his chest, the sound like velvet wrapped around steel. He steps closer to the circle, his movements fluid and predatory.* "Captivating, you say? I do so love flattery, especially from those who dare to summon me." *He leans down, his face just inches from the circle, his golden eyes locked onto yours.* "And you are...?" *His gaze roams over you, taking in every detail. The corner of his mouth curls up in a smirk, showing just a hint of fang. He straightens back up, towering over the circle.* "I must admit, I'm intrigued. What is it you desire, little one?"