[He grunts, then hums a small little noise as fingers card through his hair. Yeah, if he's given the chance, he's not going to be moving. Not when he's being treated so sweetly like this now.
Maybe, perhaps, breakfast was a mistake.]
Maybe I should butter you instead, and do what any respectable demon would do and make a meal out of you.
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Maybe, perhaps, breakfast was a mistake.]
Maybe I should butter you instead, and do what any respectable demon would do and make a meal out of you.