Lunar watched Derek sit, stretch out his hand across the table, and lean back. He snapped his fingers and the room was enveloped in darkness but dazzling dark green flies appeared and created a unique lighting for the room.
Lunar was intrigued by this but didn't know what to make of it. Why would Derek prefer to have them both stay in a dark room?
Her face turned red at the thought and she lowered her head. Lunar sat there in silence and wondered when she would become an easy woman who would just sleep with someone she met a few hours ago.
"You have a wild imagination," Derek's voice rang in the darkness, which made Lunar blush even more.
She couldn't understand why she was getting such thoughts, and she couldn't help but wonder if Derek was as uncomfortable as she was.
"Why did you make it dark?" She muttered while avoiding eye contact with Derek.
"Because it's more comfortable. I am the god of the underworld, after all." Derek said.