"Are you shy?" Satan asked, holding her close.
"Yes," Emily admitted.
Satan tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. "I’m a little shy too."
Emily glared at him. "Then why did you do that?"
"I couldn’t help myself."
Emily’s face turned even redder.
His voice dropped to a low murmur. "I couldn’t help wanting to tell the whole world that you’re mine."
Emily playfully smacked him. "We both have a lot on our shoulders. It’s better to keep a low profile."
"I know that," Satan replied, unable to suppress a smile. "But I just couldn’t help myself, so I did it."
Emily teased, "We got kicked out because of you."
"Are you blaming me?"
"Of course! You attract too much attention from the girls. Even with a mask on, you can’t stop them from admiring you."
Satan chuckled. "Are you jealous?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Alright, alright, you’re not jealous," Satan said, "So, where should we go now?"
Emily wasn’t sure where they should go.