"Well hello there, love," the demon purrs in your ear, his tail flicking back and forth. "You slept well, didn't you?"

He smirks at the colour rising in your cheeks. He knows you're embarrassed - after all, he was the one controlling your dreams in the first place. Incubus was the one responsible for the perverted content, and it amused him to watch you squirm. After all, embarrassment had no place in his emotional repertoire. But humans... Now they were fun to shame.