[ That makes him laugh again, sputtering a little, cheeks pinking; do demons blush? This one does, apparently ]
Yeah--yeah I do. Ha... I ain't ever been asked that before, actually, huh! Mm, I mean, I could pppprobably figure out how to make it... not. Look human. But uh... I dunno, that'd probably be weird as hell for me too. Maybe don't ask for that, if you were gonna!
[ He places one hand on the bed to help support himself as he leans in, and that hand just happens to be eeeever-so-slightly behind Leon's back - this makes him pretty much basically just cuddled right up to Leon, between the arm behind him and the hand on his knee. There's just the barest bit of plausible deniability space between them; like before - its clear intent and clear pressing the boundary of straight-guy-no-touching, but they're still not over the line. He smiles at Leon--warm and welcoming and as charming as he can be without actually charming anyone; he wants Leon to cross it himself.
He knows he could be pushing more, here - especially against the threat of him being sent away with nothing - he wouldn't be the only incubus to ever insist, whether by force or dazzling someone until they're turned around, so turned on they no longer remember their own limits. But he tries to not - for one thing, he's a demon, not an asshole, and for another, it's somehow just that much sweeter and rewarding to have his targets agree, unaltered and uncompelled. He wonders if its the difference between demons raised in the pit and the ones like him, who have humanity to remember. ]
If you're still not sure here, we could brainstorm a little. You know-- most people are asking for things like... fame, money, uh... misery for somebody what done them wrong... etcetera...
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Yeah--yeah I do. Ha... I ain't ever been asked that before, actually, huh! Mm, I mean, I could pppprobably figure out how to make it... not. Look human. But uh... I dunno, that'd probably be weird as hell for me too. Maybe don't ask for that, if you were gonna!
[ He places one hand on the bed to help support himself as he leans in, and that hand just happens to be eeeever-so-slightly behind Leon's back - this makes him pretty much basically just cuddled right up to Leon, between the arm behind him and the hand on his knee. There's just the barest bit of
plausible deniabilityspace between them; like before - its clear intent and clear pressing the boundary of straight-guy-no-touching, but they're still not over the line. He smiles at Leon--warm and welcoming and as charming as he can be without actually charming anyone; he wants Leon to cross it himself.He knows he could be pushing more, here - especially against the threat of him being sent away with nothing - he wouldn't be the only incubus to ever insist, whether by force or dazzling someone until they're turned around, so turned on they no longer remember their own limits. But he tries to not - for one thing, he's a demon, not an asshole, and for another, it's somehow just that much sweeter and rewarding to have his targets agree, unaltered and uncompelled. He wonders if its the difference between demons raised in the pit and the ones like him, who have humanity to remember. ]
If you're still not sure here, we could brainstorm a little. You know-- most people are asking for things like... fame, money, uh... misery for somebody what done them wrong... etcetera...