Fufu, you're a fast learner. [Mephisto would have no way of knowing if he just got himself off, of course. But that's hardly going to stop him from pretending, and letting Reign think he has a way of knowing. It certainly seemed to excite him.]

[He snaps his fingers, causing a pen and pad of paper to lift up off the desk and write a note all on their own -- which tears itself off and floats over to Reign. On it is the address for a discreet hotel and a time -- only a few hours from now.]

Be at this address at this time. If you're even a minute late, I'll leave.

[He leans forward, reaching down to sensually run his fingertips along Reign's cheek and down his neck.]

Think you can manage something like that, mein vampirchen?