He grinned, wrapping his arms almost loving around her waist, holding her close. "First, you must bear my mark. Nothing permanent, nothing visible to your kind. But trust me, it will make a world of difference. Now, just relax. It'll be over before ya know it." He chuckled, flashing his sharp canines again, a few tails embracing her shoulders, hips, and of course one at the back of her head. With an almost pleased sigh, he nuzzled into her neck, slowly, calmly. His breath tickled her neck, raising goosebumps, although whether of fear or pleasure wasn't evident. Probably a bit of both. With a smooth motion, those canines that had before added to a cute, almost innocent charm punctured her. Almost as if he was a vampire, except he wasn't drinking the blood. "This ah... this next part may sting a little. Just relax into my tails, you'll barely feel it." His tongue slid over the crimson liquid, drawing a design on the side of her throat. When he finally pulled away, a small sizzle could be heard, and he whimpered almost apologetically. Devlin quickly covered it with his ninth tail, hoping to ease the pain. After a few minutes though, all his tails, except the one binding her wrists, withdrew. "Can't bear the sound of burning skin. That's why I didn't go to hell. Chose to stay topside."<br/><br/>He chuckled to himself, studying her neck and finding nothing there. "Hm. That turned out good. Now none of the demons should want you. You bear the mark of madness. And you know what, speaking of the other demons, I could smell your doubt too. And I'll have you know," he said, redoing his gun belt and reloading his weapons to the fullest. "I have the fastest, steadiest gun hand in this entire Wasteland. I could bounce a bullet off a rock wall and hit an Incubi demon right in his toybag. Twice." He picked up his hat, dusting it off, and placing it back on his head. "Now, that being said, you still wanna know what exactly I am?"