He could feel her warming up to him and he gently wrapped his arms around her waist to draw her in. This was where he had wanted to be yesterday, holding her and making her feel wanted and loved. It always made the woman better when they loved him. He could almost whimper at how well she had come, fighting and kicking to the restrained calm that he hadn't seen before. He actually was beginning to like it when she fought with him.<br/><br/>"I'm not playing with you're emotions darling, I'm merely showing you what it is I do. My nature as an incubus is not what you seen to understand," he breathed, looking into her eyes. He could see she was thinking. The little cogs in her mind turning as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately for you, you easily misread me. I have never treated the giver of my food like dolls, I always treat them well. Unlike other incubi who prefer to tear apart their meals, my little way of life had afforded me one human a year. I've learned to play nice for a good ten years. I have plenty of experience with that whereas you might not understand..." His eyes tore from her's and wandered over her lips, her cute but small chin, and then her neck and finely sculptured clavical that he would love to kiss all night. He felt so hungry then, unlike he had in a long time.<br/><br/>Armas sighed then, resting his forehead on her shoulder. " My purposeis not to make you hate me. It's quite different, really..." His throat burned being so close, the thought of attacking her occurred to him but he knew she wouldn't want it. He had to go back to playing games, playing nice... "Besides, I can easily understand why you think I am treating you poorly. You obviously haven't experienced the more adult side of life, have you?" He grinned, pulling away to look at her. He wasn't afraid of Anna at all. Nothing about her truly terrified him.