Sampson gave him that bright, riveting, debonair smile and spread his legs so Ryan could nestle in his arms. He was glad he'd gotten one step closer. Gentle touches, patience. They all paid out. He returned the kiss with one to Ryan's cheek. "Baby steps. I'm not going anywhere hun," he murmured. He couldn't help but card his fingers through Ryan's wings, helping to shake out the loose and molting feathers and leaving behind such a beautiful array. "You really are beautiful," he murmured. He stretched a bit. "You like being in control a lot, and it works out. I didn't think you would get me to come like that." He blushed just a little.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The hybrid finished up his pipe and reached for a garbage bin under his bed to dump it out. Then he grabbed an ashtray and handed it to Kane. He didn't want to make a mess and it was obvious by his lifestyle he had OCD tendencies. Not a speck of dust, everything in its place. He frowned, ears lowering to his skull. "Wouldn't be the first time," he muttered. "I think he wanted a whore that wasn't human and thought I could distract you from whatever it was he didn't want you to know." He shifted and laid his head on Kane's chest. He was warm, and he purred softly. "Hence why I hate most demons. They're deceptive shits." He crossed his arms and looked up at Kane. "Though I certainly didn't mind the sex. He just knew he wouldn't get me into Hell without drugging me." He shrugged.