Flynn gasped; the touch of a woman on his skin.  It was too good to be true; but too forced.  He enjoyed the momentary flutter his heart gave; he realized how deep his voice was.  He wanted to be as gentle with her as he could, but he also didn't want to lose her or the opportunity that he had.  The Mystic told him she would have to do it willingly, not forced when the time came.  He extended his arm out in a gesture he remembered; he expected the human to hold on to his elbow like a promenade or a dance or a couple out for a walk.  He hoped she complied, if she did not, he'd have to carry her.  And he didn't like to be forceful if he didn't have to be.<br/><br/>"Come with me; I can bring you to some humans who can give you another pretty dress, a bath, and whatever food you want.  Even if it is something hard, I'll go kill it for you if I have to."  He tried to smile, but demon's smiles always looked evil.  "Then, I will tell you a story about a demon I know and how you could help him."  He awaited a response from her; he staved off a few demons who tried to take her, as would be common place in a market like this.