She’s sweet, pure, she cares about people. She’s one of those white lights that Tyki sees every so often. The ones that are destined to do great things, the kind that are oh so likely to be extinguished once they’ve burned bright enough. She’s almost too good, too caring. It sickens him somewhat; he resents her cheerful view on everything and anything. Her unbiased view. The way she can even show him compassion despite everything he’s done that should dissuade her. And yet he likes her, a part of him is content with the fact she exists to balance the world.
He’s always been flirtatious towards her because she’s not only beautiful, but that light little bubblegum fairy he so much wants to destroy with his own hand. He’s fantasized about it, her yelps and sighs, screams and panting breaths. He’s even heard the latter, seen her in writhes of pleasure and it irks him because now that he’s gone there- - and he tried not to, stopped himself so many times but now that he’s gone that far, he satiated himself enough that his mind wanders further. The darker parts of him now wonder the wickedest of things and he’s disappointed with himself, for enjoying it so thoroughly. He didn’t want to know how it felt to bed her because he knows it now, it makes him want to act on all those other urges.
And then, he knows she’s one step ahead of him. Somehow, she’s playing him before he knows to play her and frankly, right now he doesn’t mind.