The moment Elizabethâ€™s blood touched his lips, Deziel felt like a drug addict who had been deprived of a fix for weeks. It was so good to finally have a decent meal instead of human food that only held him over for a bit. He hated whenever he had to live off human food until he could feast again, it didnâ€™t really do him any good, obvious by how much weaker he was without the blood. She probably hadnâ€™t noticed it since she told him she was not even aware of the preternatural layer of reality so to speak before he brought her here. And that being said, if she was a witch she definitely would have noticed he was weaker and probably would have killed him right then and there; demons were not that powerful against witches to begin with.<br/><br/>A woman by the name of Lady Clarabelle was the last witch he encountered, and she did a number on him a few years ago. He was still recovering from nearly being drained of all his powers. Witches were clever and knew how to hide amongst humans because they were human themselves. Since then he has learned how to sniff them out so to speak but every now and then, when fresh blood was around, he missed them. Nevertheless, again, he was now aware that this Elizabeth was no witch and he was very thankful for that. More relieved than anything, thoughâ€¦ He really could not afford another witch encounter honestly.<br/><br/>He was careful not to completely drain her blood as he did not want to kill her off just yet. Or rather, he wanted to just gobble her up right now but that damn feeling was holding him back again. Not to mention with her squirming it was making it difficult for him to enjoy himself.<br/><br/>At one point during all her squirming, she had kneed him in the crotch, causing him to grunt a bit and pull away for a moment. His mouth was covered in blood, his eyes filled with madness; he may as well be a monster in her eyes when he looked at her again. She really would not be too far off, either, considering he was a demon and all. But as he looked at her, that feeling seemed to become even stranger, like some queer sensation stirring within. He cringed at it as he looked at her, disgust filling his gaze. He was more disgusted with this feeling than anything, holding him back like it owned him, controlling him.<br/><br/>But then the feeling drove him to do a peculiar thing.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Deziel held her down a bit more and leaned in closer again, kissing her on the lips. He felt so filthy when he did it, knowing it was wrong. And even if it was wrong, the act made him feel so much better for some reason. This was probably only one of the first times he has kissed someone in centuries so he was mimicking what he saw on television and movies humans loved so much. He hated it, but yet he felt compelled to do it like that feeling was still in control.