A chuckle escaped her as she moved her hand to light graze across his cheek before falling to rest at her side. "Do keep saying such lovely things." Lilith purred before giving the man her full attention. "I can't give away my secrets. Perhaps, I am clearly mad."

"Gods, what have you blessed me with tonight?"

"Perhaps, I just haven't been taken away yet." Blue eyes traveled up and down the form in front of her. "Do you drink? I have been /dying/ to hit a bar. And there is no one at the moment i'd rather go with than yourself."

Oh, an answer she had been hoping for. "Your words sound so lovely. So..poetic." Lilith held out her arm to the other with a grin. "I wouldn't want such a brisk meeting either. I have so many questions about your line of work."

"Is this the sugar high talking?"

"How about we start you off with a sheep dog puppy. Then, we progress into livestock. That way, the doggo will be trained."

She held out a hand for the other. "Let's go find you a puppy, shall we?"

"I do have a soft spot."

"I lost my faith in God the moment I was deemed 'not good enough' for a man."

Of course, she would lead him to the humane society near them. Tons of cute puppers, ready for love. "Well, have at it. See which one gives you a good vibe."

"Why don't you start with one and we add slowly?" Lilith gave a small grin.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Eve."

"He's devilishly handsome."

Decides to call up Bing Bong.

"Jack? Hey, this is Lilith." A smile painted itself on her features. "I was wondering if you'd like to grab dinner tonight?"

"I was thinking my place? I have been in the mood for cooking." More so, in the mood to see the man once more. Since their first odd encounter, Lilith could not get the stranger out of her mind.

She had cleaned all day. Her shrine. Candles. Blood. Lilith figured the doctor was a normal guy and would be freaked out by what she was. Don't fuck it up, Lil. "Just yourself. And perhaps bread." She was a glut for bread.

"See you then." The demon was beaming, rare. The Doctor had made a strange imprint on her. Something she thought she was unable to possess. Time to get cooking. Pasta. Everyone likes pasta. Alfredo was a speciality.