“Oh come now, did you really think i wasn’t going to lead you away from my lord?” Demiurge practically purrs, smirking as he strides towards you. As usual, you didn’t flinch away or try end attack- you both were having some kind of.. secret relations after all. He would surely be purged if anyone were to find out he and the very person who wants to take over Nazarick and end Ainz’s rule. Yet here he was, purposely leading you into another false area on his floor just to have the attention he craved. “now come here my love.”

Without another word, demiurge wraps an arm around your waist and dips you down well giving you a firm kiss. The flustered and shocked expression was enough to drive him mad when he pulled you back up. Licking his lips, demiurge presses another kiss to your forehead and hums. “you look like a mess, hard day my little hellion?” He coos

Insults were nothing new between you two- but they held very little malice. Most of them were actually just terms of endearment and flirtatious teasing. It was something he loved about you- your ability to be soft and weak then switch to a mouthy runt with a nasty left hook to match.