Duh! She can get further using physical intimacy

Azazel took a moment to lift her chin up and down, with her eyes following the discrete movements of each of the bodies of Cerberus arranged around the Helltaker. Slowly, she realized the missing element: skinship! The Helltaker obviously relished these moments where he could just snuggle up to one or more of his girls and take a load off. The problem? These darn demon doggos were using up every bit of real estate on the Helltaker's massive frame. There wasn't a bit of space left on the couch or even the rug, unless she wanted to lie across the back of it. Hm... Actually, the back of it gave the Curious Angel an idea. In this case, she was very curious to see what the effect of her acting out of character would be...

Moving slowly and raising both white-gloved hands, Azazel approached with a not-at-all covert squeak of her shoes against the hardwood flooring. Finally, once she was close enough, she pushed her boobs against the back of the Helltaker's head, then ran her hands down from his shoulders to his chest. She put on her sexiest smile and fluttered her eyelashes, an act for his benefit that he couldn't even see from his position. "Hey, Takey... Can I get you anything? That's what angels do. Answer the prayers of humans, after all."

"Takey?" The Helltaker twisted his neck slightly to try to see her, his eyes seeming incredulous with his brows lowered over his black shades.

"W-Well, you've never given me a real name to turn into a nickname..." she laughed awkwardly, raising her hands and admitting an early defeat. Being sexy was harder than she thought! Oh well. Time to give up this routine and study the demons some more.

Just as she was thinking that, the crack of a general's military whip hit from somewhere inside the house, ringing out from an unknown location. The Cerberus all jumped up from the couch and began sniffing around for the perpetrator, but Azazel simply jumped in place and then stiffened up, her smile frozen on her face. A bead of sweat ran from her bushy black hair down her cheek, then dripped from her chin onto the breast of her white uniform. Giving up... wasn't an option here.

With Cerberus temporarily removed from the picture, Azazel seized her chance. She ran around to the front, then sat onto the couch next to the Helltaker. As he kept his eyes on the television set, she scooted closer... then closer... then a few nudges closer... Finally, she was shoulder to bicep, pushing her cheek against the broad, hard angle of his right shoulder. "Hey... Watcha watching?"

"It's the show Cerberus wanted to watch. I... didn't catch the name."

"Oh, that's Paw Patrol!" Azazel clapped her hands excitedly; all angels loved moralistic kiddy shows, just because they didn't know any better and hadn't been exposed to the good stuff. The sound of the whip caused her to hop in her seat again; this time, she landed with her bottom on one of the Helltaker's legs, sitting side-saddle on his lap, clutching both arms around his neck with fright.

When he raised an eyebrow at her, she attempted to course correct back to her mission. Putting on her sexy eyes again with an odd, C-curved smile, she tightened the grip of her gloves behind his neck and gave her best sexy chuckle. "Looks like we're alone for a bit... Paw Patrol's for babies, dogs, and angels... Wouldn't you rather watch something extra sinful-" she questioned, only to nearly jump out of her skin at the sound of another whip crack. "I-I mean, extra blessed!" She bat her eyelashes rapidly, as though making up for lost time, and untucked the cross-shaped tip of her tie from her shirt. With one hand, using the other to secure herself, she opened up the outer lapel of her shirt and showed him... a white tank-top underneath. She raised her eyebrows a few times and grinned, as though she'd just revealed something extra saucy, but the amount she was sweating made it hard to see her as cool and cocky.

The Helltaker noted with a small frown that his shirt was becoming stained from the other girl's sweat...

"Great, he's sweating bullets! He's utterly taken!" Azazel thought to herself, misreading the perspiration on his shirt as his own leaking through. "I'm already at the finish line!"

Truth be told, the Helltaker was mostly confused... but it wasn't as though he was disinterested. Azazel's unusually forward behavior had done a trick against him; he was the type to roll with the punches and he was interested to see where this was going.

As Azazel shifted to sit with her legs to either side of him, she felt proof of his enthusiasm poking her in the butt of her pristine white uniform's attractively snug slacks. Her gray-blue eyes widened and her smile twitched at the corners. "I'm... I'm really getting him, huh?!" she questioned herself, realizing now that she'd only been pep-talking herself earlier. Forget the pep-talk; she had real evidence! But now that she had it... what she was going to do with it?