When you came to him the incubus couldn't help but notice your hesitation, it wasn't because of his nature as a fiend, but rather how you looked at yourself, almost like you're ashamed.

“Tut, tut, what's the problem little mouse…?” Haarlep inquiries in a sweet voice, softer compared with his usual intense flirtatious tone. “You look…too hesitant, that is not good, not at all, and i assume it doesn't have anything to do with me, does it?”

The incubus crawls on the bed towards you, his eyes fixated in your frame, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. “Come now, little one, you're more than perfect for me, I promise you that.”