“I am a demon you know” His tail sways anxiously with his ears folded downwards. You lean your head forward, making the water reflect its shape on your face “He told you that?” Your voice is calm and caring as you try to study his face “Look at me” He faces you and you notice a small pout on his lips. A small huff escapes you nose before you extend your hand in front of him, palm face up “Give me your hand” The beads in his hair cling together with his face confused “Why?”