Stryfe had been looking up at her with heavy lashes as she crawled up his body. But mimicking his move from earlier she was gone a moment before her lips could touch his. His hand thumped on the pillow without the duck beneath him and he pouted up at her as she crawled to the edge of the bed. He shrugged, "Never knew him when he was alive."
"Here I am pouring my royal demon heart out to a sympathetic virginal ear and I get this..." he sighed dramatically and wiped a pretend tear from his eye. "I'm crushed...crushed!" Sticking his tongue out at her, he moved too quickly for her eyes to catch and plucked the duck from her grasp. He was back in his earlier position laying back on the bed with the duck clutched to his chest and a pout on his lips. "Don't deprive a poor boy of his lone duck."