The kitsune grinned wildly, burying his face suddenly in her neck. "Yes, I'm going to do it anyways. You might want to do it with me. It'll make things better for the both of us." And with that, he pulled back, pulling the bloodred scarf from around his neck and unbuttoning his shirt. "If I let your hands go, will you hit me or go with the flow? I mean, I'd just catch you again, and who knows, maybe I won't want to test your luck again." He let that hang in the air before pushing the shirt from his shoulders, revealing lean muscles. His abs moved like water, so fluid and smooth, holding a deadly, underestimated strength within them. When his chest pressed against hers, she found his skin was surprising soft for a demon, almost as comfortable as his fur. "Give in little one. I offer you so much. Pleasure, protection, food, everything. Who knows, maybe even that strange thing you humans always crave. Love." He chuckled, grinding gently against her, teasing her again, trying to show her what should would be missing out on if she refused. He much preferred the gentle route. It never ended for those who he played rough with.