Samandriel returned that kiss deep and slow. "Of course I mean it," he said simply. He loved Mitchell. Why would he leave him? "You've met my sister. She's not only left Heaven and remained on Earth but is consorting with a Demon. I may not be technically allowed to do it, but I highly doubt anyone's going to try to stop me."
He leaned up to kiss his vampire again, speaking against those gorgeous, cool lips. "You'd like it, you know. Not just having me as my whole self, but in other ways too. A slave you're incapable of hurting, one you can drink from, feed from, and not have to constantly be paying attention to the beat of his pulse. One that will thrill just as much in you growling 'mine' and claiming him as is your right and his pleasure." For now, it would distract Mitchell from the necessary details of the contract and Samandriel was absolutely for making the decision to sign it as easy as possible. It was a risk, yes, but it was a risk the angel was willing to take.