Lilith remained as calm and composed as the executioner inside Abel's head as she watched him prepare himself, golden eyes fixed on his brow furrowed in steely determination.

And then...

And then...

And then his eyes opened and he began to dance, skinny elbows flailing wildly like wings as he shuffled from side to side, and all hope of composure fled. Holding her sides from the agony of laughing so hard, Lilith rolled onto the bed and gasped for breath.

"No... No more, I... I cannot take such... such a... an overwhelming display of handsomeness."