Graves was an interesting demon, that you could say. Perhaps, the tension between you wasn't all that hateful.

Graves had straddled you in a chair, his tail wrapped around your leg and his hands on either side of the armrest, trapping you in.

"Come on...give me a small taste of that fear. A taste is all I need..." He says as his lips brush against your neck, fangs barely pricking your skin.

He was playing with you and you were allowing yourself to fall into it.