Phoenix Maplewood bad moon rising

Perhaps she does not run because he does not intend to hurt her.  He has emerged to her like a shifting demon from the pits of the earth, cloaked in shadow and bargain in hand.  She seems ashamed of her sex and his expression shifts in a way that is subtle and indecipherable, yet different from the apparent intrigue he wore before.

Lily.  He runs over each syllable of her name deliberately slow and watches as she shrinks back, her liquid gold eyes raking over his asymmetries.  I will not hurt you.  One of his long, rawboned legs sweeps forward as he lowers his head, taking a step towards her while feigning some kind of emasculate fragility.