"Mistress of The Devil?" Wuming repeated, his mind was already flashing a hundred different faces. "I don't think I've ever met one with that codename. I'm honestly surprised it's not yet taken."
"I wasn't talking about a person," Addison said.
Wuming shifted excited on the bed. "You mean, you've met The Devil himself?" he chuckled. "Does he look like me? All handsome and dark?"
"You're not dark, Wuming," she said with a roll of her eyes. "You're like a bright ray of sunshine on a cloudy day."
"Maybe for YOU," he said. "Because you have a crush on me. The people who had me for a view as they died would say otherwise."
"I don't have a crush on you," she said then shook her head. "Anyway, we're getting off topic."
"Right," Wuming said, steering them back. "The Devil. What about him?"
Addison ran a hand through her hair, suddenly looking unsure.