No sooner had he discarded the pendant and went back to trying to help, those ears and tail caused him to hesitate.  He’d had very little dealings with other species with such features, but there had been one particularly memorable relationship that sprung to mind.  The other had been less cat, more… wolf, Kado thought, though the subject itself had never come up.  There had been no questions when they were together, only feelings of affection and lust.  That experience, as well as having his wings, made him aware of the necessity to hide… and the loneliness that could come with that.  Adding to that the demon in the man, incubus or otherwise, and he was probably immortal, too.  It could be a sad existence, a tiring one, and there were many cases of immortals driven to the brink.<br/><br/>Having the smaller man unconscious made things easier, but he wouldn’t have imagined how much until he woke and started fighting, again.  He was nothing if not determined, but so was Kado.  In fact, he’d inherited his ‘Nisai’s stubbornness, and nothing was going to deter him, not even the desperate begging, the cursing, or the weakened sobs wracking the pitiful creature’s small frame.<br/><br/>“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Nikii’sho,” he whispered, his voice soft but his resolution firm.  “I have been where you are, now.  I know that pain… and I won’t let it take you.”  Perhaps it was something like destiny in that way.  Kado had gone through his own terrible trials, and it was only through the support of others that he’d made it through them, even if he hadn’t appreciated their help at the time.  If this man was alone in his suffering, then it was no wonder he’d been in such a dire state when Kado had found him.<br/><br/>He took one of the man’s hand in his, bloody as it was.  It acted as a way to keep him under control, but also as a way to ground him, to distract him.  Kado’s other hand went back to the hole over his chest.  There was little energy left in him, and it would be imperative for his incubus half to feed in the near future.  In the meantime, the gaping holes in his body needed to heal over first, or he’d not be able to hunt and seduce a target.  The next one to be fed from would probably end up dead, though… because this half incubus had already been starved, probably by his own will alone.  The only other option was for Kado to offer himself up.  He was old, strong, and had plenty of energy to spare.  Otherwise, he’d have to bring victims back to feed to his injured guest, and that seemed too cruel.  No, Kado himself would have to be the first meal.  The reluctance of the man’s body to heal only solidified that in the Schi’s mind, because who in the hell was going to fuck a half-dead body?  Well… there were<i>those</i>types out there, sick men, but he didn’t want any part of that, even if their end would’ve been poetic justice.<br/><br/>“Tell me your name, Nikii’sho,” he finally asked, not wanting to divide his attention, but also needing to get some information… figure out where everything had gone so wrong.  “How old are you?  When was the last time you fed?”