Well, so far as I've seen, no one here knows what kinsali are. Back home, they're the 'standard' demon. Like, not imp, not -cubi, so on. We're pretty damn common. And, uh, I'm kinda only three years old as one. But I have horns and a tail and wings and stuff.
The way the horns work. . . some weird sorta innate enchantment, but they're really wired into our system. If you just sorta pet 'em gently, my brain goes all HAPPY WARM FUZZY TIMES~ and I turn into a drooling idiot. If you, uh. . . handle them differently, an entirely different part of my anatomy gets all excited. As fun as it is, it's really really potent, so. . . it goes quickly. Very quickly. I think my record for holding out on that was, like. . . twenty-seven seconds. It's crazy intense.
While I'm rambling, because Ty buggered off to shower and now I'm lonely, I might as well add that I rarely keep them out because of the easy derails it gives people. And they're sturdy, but if they somehow snap off. . . it's enough to send me into screaming agony, if not complete shock.