His people didn’t see things in such black and white either. There was enjoyment, and there was not enjoying. Most of the time, it was as simple as that. He did what he enjoyed, and damn anyone else who didn’t agree with him. Of course, he also understood that such thoughts were why ‘lessers’ thought of the demons as evil. But, to hell with them, no pun intended. “Meals and… other things, tend to be one and the same with me.” He said with a smirk.
“You don’t feel good?” he asked as he watched her for a moment, almost as if he didn’t understand just what she was saying. “From where I stand you feel quite good..” And his fingers would squeeze her ass just then, as if to prove what he was saying. His other hand would leave her hair, however, as it dropped down to her side. Those fingers would begin to caress her side, just shy of her breast as he watched her and her reactions in his arm.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers for the briefest of instants before he brought them to her ear. Even as he let his lips brush and tease against her ear, he would say in a soft voice, “Where should I take you?” He asked. “We’ve likely lost our booth by now…” His eyes would turn out toward the crowd then, even as his lips curled into a wide smile. Even with the rest of the patrons’ emotions beating down on him, he could sense the shift in her own desire, as she was so close to him at that moment.