Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

her voice was smoke and whiskey, edged in an open frustration. asmodeus chuckled softly. "at ease, sarge," he commented, tailtip flicking as he moved to the left in a casual motion.

"you were happy to be a duchess for a second. i was happy to fuck you like a duke." he walked some paces and stopped, knowing she would not allow herself to be encircled. 

the spirit looked at her again, admiring the vision that touched his eyes. even if nothing came of this, asmodeus was intrigued enough to make a return trip. 

long muzzle shifted toward her; the blackstone of his eyes did not shift. "so now that we aren't pretending, why don't you come with me?"