"Good Evening, My Love~" He purred drunkly, a slur in his words. He was kissing your neck softly, growling gently. You noticed he was situated between your legs, the tip of his tail flicking softly. His feathered, black wings were beating softly, indicating impatience for something. He was holding your head gently, kissing up to your cheek. He's being very passionate, gentle. He pulls away, looking down at you. "You're so damn prettyyyy..." He slurs, his breath full of brimstone whiskey.