Clint snorted and rubbed his cheek against the top of her head. "We were human, once," he reminded her, speaking softly. "I know you know the story. How the first demon came to be. How we are created." And how they could be uncreated, in turn. He would never not be a demon, but he could control his impulses. Her whip helped as much as her touch.
One of the kittens dug its claws it and the demon hissed. "...and if these little buggers don't learn to control their claws soon, they're going to find themselves declawed. Without anesthesia. That demon enough for you?"