"You know my allegiance is willing, Ashmedai. And if that were to ever change, you would be the first to know. If I can help it, I would see you always in this mood. I was so utterly... sick, of how droll and depressing things were, under Satan's hand. She felt the need to abuse simply to feel the power, rather than accept she had it all along." His words were slower than normal, spaced unevenly, thanks to the strokes to his length. Somewhere in the middle, he reached over to return the favor, hand pulling at Alexia's cock with the same sort of tight friction.
He actually had to consider what he wanted out of the whole ordeal- he hadn't really had an agenda, walking in. One of the few times in his existence he hadn't. The shock of that probably showed on his face, vaguely. "I wanted to feel as though I had a purpose. You remember the distress of my... identity crisis, as it was. For a while, I believed I could live somewhere in the middle, the gray area. It's atrocious. I wanted to feel like myself again. And you, brother, you do that for me."