Lucifer let out a barely audible scoff, wondering what kind of qualities that despicable fellow Thomas Shannon had to make her like him.
It was... infuriating.
"What kind of information do you want about him? I'll let Derek Clark investigate."
Sophie Sullivan propped her cheek in her hand, thought for a while, "Every aspect."
Lucifer: "..."
A tender index finger poked his handsome face, and Sophie's beautiful cheek swayed in front of him, "Lucifer, why aren't you speaking?"
"Stop it, Miss Cecilia Branford."
Sophie tilted her head, "Lucifer, are you angry?"
Lucifer: "..."
Isn't that rather obvious?
How could she be so foolish to fancy that despicable fellow Thomas Shannon?
Could it be... confirming that old saying, bad men are what women love?
Is there really no hope for good men?
"Lucifer!" Sophie called out petulantly, and Lucifer finally raised his eyelids to look at her, "Hmm?"
"Why are you angry?"
"That despicable fellow Thomas Shannon isn't worth your affection."
