She dodged his question, but at least her smile appeared to have gained a modicum of genuine interest. Maybe their little date tonight would amount to something after all. “Not generally. And certainly not if it holds no value for me, as I think we could all agree of being forced to take in some rebellious, teenaged stray. Just can’t be arsed,” he admitted with a shrug and a shake of his head. He didn’t mention that he had Demetri to deal with as well. Having Rae around for his little visits would be a bit of a mood killer.
He turned the question back on her. “Would you rather I were?” She didn’t seem disappointed but he’d rarely heard women cite his lack of commitment among his better qualities. Or his miserable track record with fidelity. He was much too selfish and impulsive to do well with either. Luke added curiously, “And what else have you got in your notes about me? A name? Good eyebrows?” He laughed. “All I’ve got on you is a big question mark. Oh, and ‘thinks really hard about ordering drinks,’” he added with a playful smirk.
She laughed a long with him, relaxing a bit. Why shouldn’t she? This was all in good fun. Maybe that’s what she wanted to get out of him. Some fun. It had been a while since she had really indulged in anything remotely related to amusement. It was about time that she treated herself. “What is commitment among demons. I don’t believe the word even truly exists in our vocabulary. In my opinion, we have understandings.” Their drinks were delivered to the table but neither of them really paid any attention to the waiter. They were getting somewhere in their conversation and that was much interesting than any human. Stacey lifted her drink to her lips and drank from it before answering him. “Is that all you noticed about me? I don’t know if I should find that worrisome or refreshing.” She found herself smiling again as she set her drink back down. “Call me, Stacey.”