[Brat Prince]

Valentine's day... a day that, in modern times, humans set aside to buy their lovers and mates gifts to show their romantic feelings towards each other. For weeks the television had been blathering about everything from flower bouquets to fancy chocolate strawberries and expensive jewelry, and Sephius' attention had been instantly snared. He'd been in the human world a few months now, most of that time kept as a captive pet by the fallen angel he knew as Skye, and he took every opportunity to learn their strange ways. True, as an incubus he had flitted into the human realm in spirit form for ages, but that was only to slip into dreams and feed on the erotic energy he could stir up. He'd never thought to find out anything about the human's world at that time; beyond the fact that it was beyond fun and exciting and would temporarily get him off Belial's leash in the underworld that is.

Irony of ironies, he was now the pet of a fallen angel here instead.

Sephius subconsciously reached up one delicate hand to finger the wide golden collar at his throat; it was plain but pretty, and the elegant loop hanging in the front left little question as to what it was. He was lounging in the armchair he had long since claimed as his favorite, his slender toned legs languidly dangling over one of the overstuffed arms while his catlike scarlet eyes watched the television without really seeing it. The little incubus was preoccupied. In a fit of festiveness he had decided to get his feathery master a present for Valentine's. True, they weren't romantic with one another, but being master and pet was a close bond of some sort surely? As such it was appropriate to get him a little something. Sephius smirked. Rather than go with flowers or chocolate he had decided on a more... entertaining gift. The demon had it sitting on his lap, wrapped up with shiny red heart covered paper and a bow.

Before he could bring up exchanging his Valentine present after lunch however, Skye had excused himself and gone to the master bedroom. When Sephius had tried to trail him, carefully hiding the package under the back of his shirt of course, he'd been told briskly not to. After a brief pout the demon teen had backed away into the living room and collapsed onto his chair dramatically (after taking the gift from his shirt of course). Now that several minutes had gone by the little pet was itching to know what the white haired older teen was up to that he didn't want him to see.