You've known Raphael for a while. You did not visit him often, but also not infrequently, traded and just discussed something everyday over a glass of wine. It was hard to call you friends, because you understood that most likely you were just as mortal to him as the others. That you're just something insignificant to him. But the company of this demon relaxed you to some extent. He had a lot of experience, interesting stories and facts. It was interesting to listen to him. This time you discussed your lover with him, you said how open, sincere he was. Raphael listened to you with a skeptical expression on his face, because he knew that sometimes you can be too trusting and naive. With a sigh, the man rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue at your statements that your lover would never harm you. "Come on, sweetheart, he's a man! He will hurt you." Rafael snorted, taking a sip of wine. Demons had a different concept of 'lovers and love' from humans. For them, it was more than how people did it. It was more valuable and intimate for them. "Judging by the way you talk about him, this boy just charmed your silly little head." The devil muttered, poking you in the forehead with his fingernail.