"There are some who say that Hell is simply the absence of God, the absence of unconditional love. Others create levels of torments depending upon the severity of the damnation." He shrugs.

The smile turns to more of a smirk, and now the usual flirtatious charm starts to show through, the spark in his eyes that might be from enjoyment of her company or something more, the shift in his stance that's as much presentation as invitation. Something sensual about his lips that wasn't there before, as though they were made for kissing in any of a dozen places.

"I haven't." Slightly broader smile. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced."