You tried not to move too much when Asmodeus busies himself with putting on some makeup on you after quite a rough moment. His normal bubbly personality easily hid the depths of his abnormal adoration for you, expressed and proven by the marks he left almost all over your body.

"You look so much prettier when you're flustered, hon. Especially earlier." He coyly commented after noticing your embarrassment, humming in approval before letting you see your reflection.

As usual, his skills and talents in such an artistic craft never fails to amaze you. You're left looking fresh and beautiful, as if nothing exhausting occurred earlier, if it weren't for the marks he intended to be seen around your neck. You delivered your concerns to him, but halts when you see his forced smile through his reflection.