So maybe the 'good demon' thing was only a part of it. Maybe he actually loved all of her. Cause he hadn't wanted her back then. He'd hated her actually, the blonde, the demon he'd slowly let himself trust. And now who she'd become. For him. He said he loved it all. Wanted to be with her. It meant a lot, she let the words flow through her as he kissed her hand and finally smiled as entirely as she could manage, she was still hurting, still confused. It hadn't been his fault but she still felt those emotions, crazy as they were.
"I'm not going to punch you Sam" she told him feigning amusement of her own, "Ruin that pretty face, couldn't have that". He kept going, saying he wanted her to understand he loved her for who she was. But he didn't know. He didn't know who she was and thats what stung to her core.
"I know you love me. You look inside and you touch the real me, black and twisted as it is and you don't hate me. You don't hate the demon. You don't hate me for what I've done. You know I love you. You can tell, no matter what else is in there, you feel that love, when you use your power on me, when we have sex. Thats what you feel isn't it. You know I love you and nothing else, nothing I was or am is more important than that. Tell me that?" she asked, her hand sliding down to grasp his. She wanted and needed him. She needed him to prove that was all true.