"A moron, am I?" Mictain raised an eyebrow, smirking a bit. "You're quite a mystery, Raphael -- one moment you say you don't trust me to hurt you and the next you're apparently purposefully trying to make me angry at you."
He hurriedly rose from the bed and grasped the back of the bathrobe, drawing the angel nearer. "Yes, I am a demon," he said lowly into Raphael's ear, darting his tongue out momentarily to lick the angel's neck, "and a demon's mind works differently from that of an angel, or so they say at least. Letting a demon draw their own conclusions may be dangerous, as they may not take your words the way you expected them to. I merely wanted to be sure I hadn't misunderstood your intention."
He trailed a claw down the back of the bathrobe, carefully slitting the cloth without even scratching Raphael's skin. Finally he slipped a hand through the now parted piece of clothing -- at the same time withdrawing the claw, not wanting to harm the healer -- and let his hand rest on that lovely behind.
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He hurriedly rose from the bed and grasped the back of the bathrobe, drawing the angel nearer. "Yes, I am a demon," he said lowly into Raphael's ear, darting his tongue out momentarily to lick the angel's neck, "and a demon's mind works differently from that of an angel, or so they say at least. Letting a demon draw their own conclusions may be dangerous, as they may not take your words the way you expected them to. I merely wanted to be sure I hadn't misunderstood your intention."
He trailed a claw down the back of the bathrobe, carefully slitting the cloth without even scratching Raphael's skin. Finally he slipped a hand through the now parted piece of clothing -- at the same time withdrawing the claw, not wanting to harm the healer -- and let his hand rest on that lovely behind.