Amora's quivering body ceased moving as soon as she felt soft feathers caress her tear-stained cheeks. She stared at him in a shocked state; though she could see what was going on, she understood near none of it. One moment ago he was like a bloodthirsty animal, and now he was comforting her? She didn't know much about demons, except that they were notorious in tricking humans into doing what they wanted. She didn't want that to happen to her, but what could she do? She was tied up, miles away from home, in a dark room with a demon. There was little she could do as of now.<br/><br/>As he forcefully curled her lip outward, she clenched her teeth together. She slowly nodded at his question. Her father branded his cattle before, she had watched him heat the iron and everything. The idea of having hot metal pressed onto your bum and leaving a permanent mark there did not sound appealing. Her lip was still throbbing from the bite, a rather deep wound as it was. As if he needed to give her any more! "You... aren't going to scald me with a hot iron, then, are you?" she whispered.