"Private space? I was under the impression that the infirmary is a public place," Mictain replied in slight amusement. "I'm not standing that close, you know." He didn't have the time to say anything else, though, as Raphael backed away from him only to stumble over the bed. For a brief moment, no longer than it took for him to blink, every demonic sence of Mictain's was screaming at him, telling him to just go for it, to take the angel then and there, use that lovely body spread so deliciously on the bed and have no regrets about it. He'd come close to killing that one human before Adam had got involved; he might actually get away with rape.

However, he brushed such instincts aside. If he had sex with Raphael -- like he definitely intended to -- it would have to be because of mutual pleasure, not him forcing himself on the healer. Raphael was simply too pretty to hurt.

However, there was indeed enough of a demon in him to make him open his mouth as Raphael hurried to get back to his feet. "You know, I take back what I said earlier," he said calmly, steppng closer, keeping the healer between himself and the bed. "You do look lovely when you're blushing, but the msot wonderful sight you make when you're lying on the bed." He smirked, licking his lips deliberately like looking at something delicious, his message clear.