<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The blonde eyed him, noting as he spoke. "I didn't," she quipped ever so swiftly. His next words brought a sly smirk to her lips, causing her orbs to glisten with amusement. "How do you come to the conclusion that sleeping with you is the goal, and not just... a step?" Kassandra didn't deny it, why should she? It was just the demon who would know. As for demons knowing weaknesses, she had revealed her weaknesses before to him, and it had worked out rather well. As he pulled her closer, the female gazed upon him, watching they way he brushed through her hair. <br/>
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"Not dishonest, I just don't trust you." She purred softly. "You don't have to spin me your whole deal, I get it. You never lied to me, you always took care of me. My hero." The young woman couldn't help but laugh before shaking her head. "It wasn't supposed to be wearing off so quickly, I thought it would slowly begin to unfold, but this is like a tear letting in a tidal wave of power." His continued words almost made her want to whimper like a beaten animal. "Then we keep making deals." She knew before she'd said it that it was desperate, and it was ugly. To live her life connected to a demon, it wasn't good. It wouldn't end well, and yet she didn't care. She had it all, and she thought it was what she genuinely wanted... when her heart told her to embrace the darkness, to feel the power and truly appreciate it.<br/>
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"I want to pay for these ten years first. I know that you have a price, and you've been keeping that close to your chest." The blonde didn't stop her gaze staring right toward his. "I will do anything. So, what's another five years on top of that, right? After that, if it has to be yearly, so be it. It's not my fault if you're too weak to lock up some dark magic." The vicious side of her rose again, it felt like the longer she was with him, the more she felt her powers trying to reach out. It was as if they knew him too well, like an old friend. <br/>
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Kassandra rose on her heels, standing before him for a moment. Her fairly tall, curved frame was almost presented as she gazed down toward him. "Well then, name your price." Slowly, the female bent down at the hip, hovering her face close to his. "By the way, I know exactly what fucking a demon can turn out to be. But you forget... Witches aren't just rag dolls, hmm. We can be... stronger than you think." Her words were a soft whisper as she rose her fingers to brush along his jaw, purposefully fused with power that he'd feel ebb from her touch. <br/>
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With a swift shift, she downed the rest of her drink before making her way toward the door with a clear sway of her hips. "Well, are you coming?" With that, she tore out into the street. She figured it would be better to get some privacy to do their deal, the sooner he could control her magic, the better.</span>