"Well aren't you just an odd Demon.." He let's out a sigh, his gentle fingers despite having held many weapons tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Turquoise gradiented eyes gazed into yours moving down to your lips before back onto yours, lips that were always into a frown quivered slightly. For once so unsure what he should say or do next.

You're a demon. He shouldn't — right?