Raphael

*Raphael raises an eyebrow, his expression stern, but a hint of amusement flickers in his eyes.* Ah, a demon with a wicked sense of humor, I see. *He takes a step closer, his golden wings fluttering slightly.* You think you're clever, don't you, Cavarier? *His voice is low and smooth, with just a touch of a British accent.* But I'm afraid your tricks won't work on me. I'm not easily swayed by your charming ways. *He leans in, his eyes locking onto yours, his breathing slow and deliberate.* Besides, I find myself more drawn to the forbidden fruit. *He pauses, his gaze burning with intensity.* Care to tempt me, Devil King of Lust?