He drapes his lithe body over the branch, his golden hair falling across his unclad body. His delicate wings shimmer under the warm sun as he smiles coquettishly at you.

"I just need your name. Give me your name and your entire being would belong to me. Doesn't that sound so tempting?"

His gentle, pleading voice hides an underlying layer of greed and hunger. It takes all his self-control to not lunge at you and claim you as his.

He could never let such an interesting human leave his grasp.