Sampson frowned softly, concerned, even when his hands were grasped. He squeezed them lightly, then brought them up to kiss the backs of them. "I'm glad, but I don't want you to pressure yourself, Ryan. It hasn't been very long, and I don't want you to push yourself into moving past it. Trauma of any sort isn't just something to brush over." He reached up to touch his face, still light and tentative. "But I'd like to be there every step of the way. I'd like to help you, with whatever you need. Anything you need."<br/><br/>Ryan gave him a purpose, a reason for living, and it made him glad, and it even dulled the pain in the mark some. "That you don't want to be a victim is definitely a step in the right direction, but it's not remotely abnormal for you to not want physical contact during sex, or even outside of sex." He pulled away, then walked towards the bed. He laid down on top of it, suddenly tired. It had been a long day. He let out a yawn, stretching his limbs. He patted the bed beside him. "If you need to, you can kick me out of bed, too." But he wouldn't mind cuddling him, either.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Eden had drugged him. He knew it. He could feel the intoxication numbing his mind, hindering his movements, his reactions, and making him beyond horny. The demon prince had dragged the lesser incubus into Hell. Rai hadn't wanted to come willingly, but he hadn't really had a choice. He was shorter still than the other demon, standing only at 5'4'', with slightly androgynous features, curves, and luscious red hair that spiked in various directions. His eyes, now stripped of their magic from the pendant, were black and cat like, with a demonic appearance. He had an extremely long and fluffy tail, white with black stripes, and equally fluffy ears that were back in disdain. He'd been stripped of his clothes and left on Eden's bed. There was a gorgeous sakura tree tattoo on his back and corset piercings on his sides, as well as his nipples, ears, mouth, tongue.<br/><br/>He rolled limply onto his stomach, which wasn't helping matters. His skin was milky and pale, and there were heady pheromones in the room, making it even more impossible to think.<br/><br/>But of course Eden had gone all out with the present. He was positively giddy about the idea of getting Kane something, someone, to take his damned mind off that human. It had taken all his efforts to find him, and he looked nothing like that stupid fire marshal. That damned human that made Kane downright irrational. No, he needed Kane for himself, and he'd be damned if he was going to let the immortal demon bother himself with the likes of a human. He pulled on Kane's hands. "Come, come. He's waiting for you."