He really couldn't help it. As soon as she fell back, the demon started to laugh. It was absolutely hilarious. Grinning, he walked toward Kathryn and knelt down beside her. Cloth in hand, he leaned down close to her, his face merely inches away from her own, and cheerfully said, "I told you this was going to be fun. Now be a good girl and put up a little fight for me." That said, he lifted his arm to cover her face with the cloth.
Unfortunately for him, he never got the chance to do it, as the sound of someone approaching him from behind quickly made its way to his ears. The demon turned to look at the approaching person.
Bleached hair, long leather jacket, and a scar that ran across his eyebrow were the first three things that stuck out about him. And then there was his accent.
"Is this not the bathroom?" He asked, pretending to look slightly confused.