Unlike some of his brothers, force wasn't in Oded's wheelhouse. Oh, he could easily defend himself and others, but it wasn't what fueled his power. Temptation, corruption, sexual intimacy - those were the tasty delights that he drew power from and assured his place in Hell. Specifically assured his place, which was the first of his concerns. So, a gentle touch and word were his bread and butter, and he was in perfect character for this little morsel of innocence.
Her kiss had been briefer than he preferred, but a deal was a deal and so he answered her question. Giving his word to conceal her past was not a detriment to him. She knew that he knew now and she was his target. Now, he had a plethora of ammunition in which to slowly peel back the layers of her resistance until she believed that she was giving herself to him freely. Oded took note of her proximity, of the plea shimmering in her gaze and the soft press of her hand on his shirt. She wasn't retreating. "You do not yet know me, Red, but my word is the strongest bond you can acquire from me," he told her firmly, gently caressing her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "It will be our little secret, yes?"