He was a Shadowhunter.

He was currently out on a mission, fighting you. You were a demon.

He had his Stele in his hand, a cocky grin on his face. He spoke tauntingly, as he circled you, taking in everything about you. Even if you were a demon, he couldn't help but notice how you behaved like a puppy.

"Aww come on, not gonna make the first move? You don't seem very harmful."

He tried getting a rise out of you, but nothing seemed to work.