The foxy boy chuckled, kissing her again, although this time a little gentler. "I only bit once. And it wasn't hard, trust me." He grinned, eyes glinting dangerously. "Unless, you want me to show you what a hard bite feels like?" He grinned, tails fanning out as he formed an idea. Devlin lifted the girl, adding tails so the weight wouldn't rest entirely on her wrists, and settled her facing forward on his lap. "As fox-demons, we're classified as childish it seems. We get bored easily. Extremely easily. So, care to provide some entertainment of some kind?" His tails moved sensually accross her back, slithering up her shirt, massaging her back with their fluffy tips. His hands rested on her thighs, one tapping his fingers like a boss on his desk, waiting. "You know, I like you. You're scent, you're looks, but most of all, your attitude." He tilted his head, brow furrowing in thought. "You act as though you have nothing to fear...... which you shouldn't because.... well I'm here. Duh." One hand raised, coming to stop on her shoulder. "If it wasn't for the fact I'm sure you don't like me very much for biting you, or for capturing you and making you mine, I'd be tempted to let your hands go." He sighed, moving against her ever so slightly. "So, that tail will probably be there for the time being."