(later than night) Emily, Davian, & OPEN
"I don't know everything about him because I don't care," Davian snorted. "I hope you've told him he reminds you of a baby deer, because I can bet he just loved tha--" The demon stopped mid sentence as Emily continued, comparing Ashton to himself.
He stared at her, forgetting that he was supposed to be the one corrupting her, and not the other way around. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? Was he this transparent to everyone? Sure, people could assume demons treated each other like shit, and humans did the same to his kind, but that wouldn't even be a fraction of the truth. Whatever Emily thought she knew or assumed about his decency deep down, he didn't want to hear it. Fuck that. No one deserved his decency.
"If you're going to kick my ass, let's start with a dance." Davian said, noticing how uncomfortable she got at even the hint of suggesting sex. He smirked. Maybe he could work this pity thing or whatever the fuck it was for him at an angle to his advantage. "Everyone else is too afraid of me, so," he shrugged, holding out his hand to her.