With a low growl in his chest, Stryfe placed a hand on her shoulder and slowly pushed her back on the bed, trying not to look at her. The moment she said double jointed, the demon had perked up in anticipation. "Down, kitty. You're really not getting this whole demon thing, are you?" He moved, lightening fast and her had arms pinned above her head. Leaning in, he trailed his nose along her jaw, pausing at the junction in her neck. His tongue darted out, tasting the sweetness of her pulse. Stryfe's free hand meanwhile went to the discarded jump rope at the edge of her bed, something that had obviously not been used in quite some time. "Whatever romantic notions you may have of demons..." his lips moved along her collarbone, then made their way to the hollow in her neck, "I'm dangerous."
He pulled back, so his face hovered slightly above hers. He grinned, slow and intoxicating. Her hands were now bound with rope and tied to her headboard. Pulling back, he winked at her. "Now...behave. Or I'll leave you like this for your father to find when he comes home from his date."