Erin/Dante
"NO," she said, in a tone that left little room for argument. She didn't care about his pissy fits, she wanted to talk to him. This was serious. She had no friends, she liked him, and if he was going to go off himself she deserved to know why. She could move fast, as all demons could, and she put this to use by snatching his hand in hers. "No." She pulled him toward her, coming closer, her fingers intertwining in his so he couldn't wrench himself away so easily.
"Stop that, don't do that," she hissed, moving closer, bringing their faces together again despite his scowling and hard tone. "Please," she added, this more earnest. It was the most honest sounding thing she'd said thus far.