"S'right, Ashley," he agreed amiably, turning his head and giving a fraternal peck to the other man's hair. "You don't let him have what's yours, eh? You love Julian and you've been beside him for eons."
He hesitated, then leaned back into the headboard a bit more. "You know what you should do? You should take him something... something of yours, that's got nothing on it except your love. Something that's nothing but good memories of the two of you, and let him feel for himself how much you love him, and how pure and... and uncorrupted that love is. Show him there's nothing dark inside you, nothing he should be afraid of." He tilted his head to the wall. "I don't know how he could even touch the demon, with the blood that's on that thing's hands. But you... when he touches you, all he's going to feel is love. And he'll know, because you can't fake something he's using his powers to feel."