"No," Belial said, pressing his full weight against Beelzebub, until Beelzebub was hard up against the wall, and he against Beelzebub. The demon was a bit slighter than he, inches shorter, and more bone than taut muscle, and fit well up against him. It was easier, that way, to play this sort of game with Beelzebub's head.

"I won't leave you alone, especially if you ever touch me again. You might as well go crying to Lucifer if you ever, ever lay a hand on any of my friends," he said, speaking beneath his breath, directly into Beelzebub's ear. "You don't want what I'll do to you if I ever catch you."

His hand slid between them, the back of his wrist brushing lightly between Beelzebub's legs, gentle and sensual, but also a threat that Beelzebub would do well to take seriously. Belial had no stomach for nonconsensual activities, and would never attempt anything but warnings in the Manor, but he was willing to do enough to frighten Beelzebub off.