Andreas frowned and a feeling rushed across his skin, like blushing, but without any blush, and it wasn’t so pleasant. “Yes, scary,” he said, backing up until his back was against the wall. “Does this help at all?”<br/><br/>He sighed. “I’m trying to help you Koda, really. Did you know you can’t break a promise made to a demon? Even a little one like “I’ll be good”? It’s dangerous, and--believe it or not--I don’t want you to get hurt. See, demon rules are strict: even if you don’t know what they are you still get punished for breaking them.”<br/><br/>He looked at the pup, who still seemed frightened. Then stood up and got real close to him. “I’ll bet most of why you’re scared is because you can “see” what I am. Try and turn that sixth sense of yours down. Just look:” he held up a hand, gentle-looking, with soft skin and flawless features. “No claws, nothing scary. I work hard to look nice, even when I’m asleep,” which explained all his tossing and turning. Andreas ran his hand through Koda’s hair, stopping at his chin to lift it slightly and force eye contact. His eyes were kind, despite the monster hidden inside. “You have to trust me enough to be able to ignore how horrid I am inside. Then I can protect you.”