It didn't matter to Amora if he was scaly or brutish-looking, she still wanted to help him. His scales on his cheeks irritated her skin, but she didn't notice as she held herself to him. She still didn't understand why he thought so little of himself. Sure, demons weren't pretty looking, but it wasn't about appearances. After all, she found herself rather plain in comparison to many of the other humans she had seen back at her home and in the slave market. She didn't have big hips or an appealing curve to her waist; she was just... her.<br/><br/>When he turned away, she cocked her head in concern. "Hey.... I'm not going to leave you... Even if I wanted to, I couldn't, but I don't WANT to." She felt kind of stupid, trying to speak her mind. Words didn't come out well for her. Slowly, she stepped over him on the bed, and snuggled herself in between him and the wall. "See, I trust you. Not like that Screwtape. Not at all like that Screwtape." she mumbled, embracing him again, this time around the waist.