Mount Everfall bullspear

chanel did not pull away, and asmodeus smiled. best not to press her further; he saw the anxiety fluttering dark wings along the pretty lines of her body. perhaps a man had never spoken to her this way. if so, the snake was pleased to be the first. 

but her unsurety put the serpent off somewhat; he returned to her side, the vaguely oiled picture of gentlemanly grace. "are we close to home?" asmodeus inquired, scenting the air before returning his jet gaze to chanel's beautiful young face.