He smiled, ignoring her first comment. He wasn't going to stop, not today when she so daringly entered his room. Armas bit her neck roughly to let her know he wasn't only gentle. He drew his hands down to her waist, his fingers lightly picking at her clothing teasingly before he loosened his tail on her hands and grabbed them, each hand pulled higher as he laced their fingers and he pinned her hands to the wall.<br/><br/>"I can be both gentle and rough," he growled softly, hearing her moan. He enjoyed that sound best of all and he pulled his head up slowly to press his lips to hers. "I can be nicer, if you stop playing these games. I don't need to drink blood," he breathed, kissing her more. He was so gentle with her, then, that moody and angry part of him almost seemed like a lie but he was good at tricking humans. "I only ever took blood if she ever offered it," but then witch blood was always the best.<br/><br/>Witches had the blood of Cain, making them half demon and half human but most of the time they were extremely powerful. Incubi just couldn't mate with them because of their usual infertility. It was rare to ever find a witch who could bare a child, especially a combination as sinister as that.