[Waking up to a voice-mail on his shellphone was not on his Bingo card this morning. Did... did Blitzø leave last night? The owl had only just woken up and had yet to see if the imp was no longer stationed on his couch. A matter that had to wait...

The message itself took the banished prince by surprise. He was asking him out on a... a date? Like an honest to Lucifer date date. The day in which he purposed was also not lost on him, Valentine’s Day, a day of romance. Or so his hellanovellas would tell him. A different version of himself would have been beside himself, kicking and screaming at the prospect of spending a romantic evening with the hellborn. This was what he always wanted. What he dreamed about. So why was it giving him pause?

His feelings were still an inky black mess with everything he had been through. Shame and guilt gnawed on his consciousness as he drummed his talons on his thigh. Eventually he summoned the mental strength to call Blitzø.]

Oh! H-hello, Blitz. I hope this isn't a bad time, but I'm returning your call. Sorry if I missed you leave... [A beat before awkwardly nose diving straight into it.] Anywhoo! To answer your question, I don't currently have any plans on that day so I would be free to... _{accompany you.}