Andras said quietly, "If you'd been with me that number would be significantly higher.." they all begged at some point because he never stopped till they did. Well, he never stopped after that either. He was a scientist and an artist, his thirst for passion and knowledge created something in him that was so much bigger than what the other person wanted. To become a footnote in his records was an honor that people literally died for.
He didn't know what to expect from her. She seemed to like torture and murder more than the average girl, even for a succubi she had a bit of masochistic tendencies which intrigued him. He liked people that could appreciate his hobby. He smiled, "I only kill things I can't get enough of." it was an effective way to stop wanting them he found. He was a demon, all things from hell were programmed to destroy, he just did his with more finesse. And he never killed unless it served a purpose. His thumbs dug in a little more but then the pressure dropped. He inhaled the smell of her hair, scent was something he enjoyed since he was surrounded by putrid sulfur most of the time. His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "I wouldn't kill you... you'd enjoy it too much." he took his hands off her and stepped back.