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"Uh, no, I don't think so," Blitz assured her. He hesitated, because while the woman was hot she was also pretty fucking intimidating, then stepped forward and offered the wine. "Here. Um. Thank you. For having me." Even if your staff are a bunch of bitches, he thought, but had enough sense to say. Stolas's staff didn't like him either, and Blitz really couldn't fault them for it--or Stella's. He was the homewrecker. There were probably a lot of ways he and Stolas could have gone about things that wouldn't have fucked Stella's life up so hard...

Thinking about all of that was going to give him a headache, though, and he figured he better save his headache-points for whatever their actual conversation would be. Which was, in and of itself, a good damn question. Because now that he was here, looking up at this glorious demon, Blitz didn't know what to say.

What was that shit the Morningstar girl sang? That was always on the radio these days?

It starts with sorry That's your foot in the door One simple Sorry Spoken straight from the core... Something like that? It wasn't really his musical style, but it was catchy and he had to fight the urge to hum it now.

Stepping away, he looked for something to sit on and climbed up onto a couch. Freakin' Goetia and all their furniture, designed for tall motherfuckers.

"So, uh... I guess... there's no way this won't be awkward. But I feel like you... you haven't... really... I mean..." Looking down, Blitz rubbed at the back of his head. "I get the impression you and Stolas have been fighting too much for him to really hear you? So I--I want to. If there's stuff you want to say. I want to hear you." His golden eyes looked up, meeting hers, apologetic and nervous and unsure, but also sincere. Blitz didn't like hurting people, and even if part of him wanted to loathe this woman for how she treated Stolas... he also knew he maybe didn't get the whole picture. And maybe, you know, just fucking maybe, Stella deserved to be seen. To be more than just the unwanted wife at yet one more point of her story.

Blitz tried to keep his breathing even and his body language relaxed and still. Stella could tear him apart in a heartbeat if she wanted to. He just had to pray she wouldn't decide to use those pretty talons of hers.

And I gotta quit being afraid of her, he realized, cause that's just... judging her, right? Which isn't fair.

A servant would answer the door, looking a bit surprised to see Blitz there. "Ah, you must be Blitz." A look up and down Blitz's form. "The homewrecker." The servant added as an afterthought. A shrug, and a gesture for Blitz to follow them.

The servant led Blitz to the drawing room and informed that Stella would see him shortly and scampered off. A few minutes would pass before Stella would announce her presence.

"So you actually showed up." Stella raised a brow, sniffing haughtily. She stared down at the imp, noting the bottle of wine tucked under arm. Probably that cheap swill but she suppose she would accept. It was her duty as a gracious host after all. "Were you seen?"