No its not the end of the world. It's drinkable.

[He has to admit it is. Wriothesley watches as Satan just half ass naked wrings out his undies and with a quick look over he turns to give him some privacy but does approve very much of the quick once over he gave. The man not only has a nice cock but a nice ass as well. He promised no fucking but he can't help the bit of stirring of his own cock at the sight he was just given. The man is beautiful.

With a clearing of his throat and trying to distract his thoughts and will the erection threatening to start, he instead focuses on the ice wall still standing.]

IF I win you over? I haven't won you over yet? [He teases a little, looking over his shoulder as he pays more attention to the ice than the man putting his clothes back on. Once the pants are secure he finally throws a punch firmly at the center of the wall of ice and the whole thing shatters and crumbles as if it was never there blocking them from view in the first place.]

There, now the shards will be easier to melt on their own. Should we continue on a little walk?

[He offers his arm, knowing their date is coming to close but wanting just a little more time with this man.]