"You're a child in my eyes," he told her, his eyes darting back to her as if giving that 'I know what I'm talking about' look. "Maybe a few years more and I wouldn't mind you so much, no matter how much you complain." He started scrubbing her back down, being surprisingly gentle. "Yes, humans smell. Not only are they stupid, but they gather together until they all smell the same. It's disgusting and completely gives away their presence in the forests." He snarled, curling a lip in disgust.<br/><br/>"So yes, you smell like a human." He continued scrubbing her back till she spoke of Fergis again and he sounded irritated, but he was more depressed thinking about it than anything else. "I had received her almost seven eves ago. The town was stingy and didn't want to give away any of their girls of age so they thought they could gyp me by sending me a small child, not even old enough to understand what it actually meant to be an adult. I was stuck with her for a brief time and I finally was able to turn her over to a friend. Fergis was a witch and I never laid a hand on her for it. It's taboo anyways. Witches are sacred to incubi. We see them as lovers... Something you probably couldn't understand very well."<br/><br/>He passed the sponge over to her and rinsed her back, his fingers softly drawing her hair down her back. His eyes looked over her smooth skin and he remembered then, "Unfortunately, witches and incubi can only mate with humans. Otherwise, we're sterile with one another. It's weird, but the law of our nature has set us apart but drawn us so tightly together." He murmured, "The girl just wants me to love her because she is a child still. Still too young and not very understanding when she doesn't want to understand. You could say, you're a kin to her. Bright but ignorant."