His eyes tracked the movement, and her smirked as her fist curled. "Well, well...you're fighting that so hard. In case you can't tell, the more you fight it, the faster the paralytic works through your system. Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase 'your face will freeze that way'." He shifted and sat on the edge of the bed. Meeting her eyes, he raised his hand and squeezed his own into a fist mirroring hers. She would start to feel her heart constrict slowly in her chest, almost to the point of agony, before it would relax again. "No. Killing you is too easy. Too quick. It's much more fun to keep you alive and see just how strong the Campbell bloodline really is."
He leaned in close to her again, still smirking...and yes, still wearing her father's face. "It's something I taught all my demons, you know. Go for the hurt first, not the kill. It's what I taught Ruby, when I told her to seduce Sammy. Fuck him until he wanted nothing but her, and the tainted liquid running through her veins. She was such a good little soldier back then. If you only knew what she did to your boy...and what she still does to him now, when they're alone in bed together." That said, he closed the distance and pressed his lips tightly to Mary's. There was nothing sexual or sensual about the kiss. His mouth was bruising, wanting nothing more than to hurt her. After kissing her almost to the point where she might lose consciousness from not being able to breathe, he broke the kiss and turned his head, spatting on the floor.
"Gah, the taste of Hunter always disgusts me. But I can overlook it, for a woman like you." Azazel's face turned back to hers as he smirked yet again, one hand reaching out to brush a finger down her cheek. He was lying, of course, just having fun. It was so easy to disturb hunters. And it was something he took particular delight in. With the exception of Sam Winchester, most hunters would rather die than be touched in that way by a known demon.