He sighed, turning his back to her, his seemingly harmless, fluffy tails holding her firmly in place as he undid his weapons belt. "I'm not a fair guy my dear. If I was fair, that'd mean I'm right in the head." With a grin, letting the belt fall to the ground, he started to juggle the three revolvers, having emptied all but a single bullet. "We're going to play a little game. To test your luck." He tossed one behind his back, not breaking the cycle. "I'm going to pull the trigger six times. If you're lucky, you won't die, and I'll keep you as my little human. Safe from the other, crazier..... eviler entities that would absolutely love a bite out of that lovely ass of yours." He grinned, the guns ever moving. "If you aren't lucky, you get shot in the face and make a mess everywhere. Either way, I walk away a happy man. So, you'd better keep your fingers crossed." With that, he started, pointing the gun even at her face for the briefest second, pulling the trigger. Nothing but a click. And of course, a spike in fear. A few seconds passed, the movements unbroken. The process repeated itself. Stop, pull, click, all taking the briefest of seconds. Stop, pull click. Stop pull click. Stop, pull, click. He grinned, stopping for the sixth time. Time seemed to slow as the trigger made it's way back. The hammer slammed forward. The bang seemed like an explosion. Devlin smiled, catching his guns, twirling them around his fingers.<br/><br/>"Hm...... I missed. You my friend, are a lucky son of a bitch." He smiled widely, gently placing his guns on the floor. "Well, that was a fun game. Looks like you'll be sticking with me huh?" He chuckled, forcing her hands behind her back and restraining them with a single tail, leaving 8 open to explore. Only one moved up to her body, rubbing seductively around her neck, under her chin. Devlin pulled her close. "Tell ya what. To make things better for you, I'll explain to you exactly what I am, but first...."