Compassion? Sympathy? These were words to emotions he had never even heard of. He looked at her as her eyes closed. He could not help that he was naturally warm. Yet she seemed to like that fact. Wolf people were naturally warm beyond human levels. He leaned back against the headboard to get comfortable. Just holding her to him as she asked him to stay. "If you wish it..." He said softly. Watching her drift off into sleep. Watching her as she fell asleep. He wonder what it was like to be able to sleep without the hauntings of constant nightmares. He laid his head against the headboard. "Sleep well my...friend." He said. Friend come hesitant like it was a word he had never used before. That was because he hadn't ever used it before. He blinked as a spirit appeared in front of him. She looked a lot like Honey. Just older and wiser seeming. Wolf demon? Could spirits be drunk? He could tell the spirit wasn't happy but he hadn't done anything wrong. And damned if a spirit was going to chase him off based on some misconception that he was a demon. Demons were people like his parents who tortured others for fun. Who treated their own son like he was a monster because he wasn't like them. "Wolf demon? I'm not a demon. I'm a lycanthrope." He said.<br/><br/>Looking rather puzzled. "I'm not doing anything. I'm holding her so she feels safe and won't cry. So she won't be sad. It makes the wolf unhappy that she is sad and afraid. Even if I don't fully understand such thoughts or emotions. She called it compassion...sympathy. I don't know these things..." He said softly. "I know pain. I know suffering. I know sorrow. I don't want my first friend and the person who has been the only person to ever care for me to show such feelings. To feel such feelings." He looked at her. "I'm just protecting her like I promised I would. From people like that vampire who tried to take her from me." He held Honey closer. Speaking softly so as to not wake her. "I'm not a demon..." He said again.<br/><br/>He really didn't know he was a wolf demon. He clearly genuinely thought he was just a lycanthrope. "Demons are people who hurt others for their own sick pleasure. They are people who treat their own son like a monster because he isn't like them. I will never be like that. I will never hurt another just because I can. I won't be like them." He said. Shaking his head. Pain showing in his voice. He closed his eyes. "You must be her mother for you look like her. I'm sorry you aren't able to protect her as a living being but I'll protect her even if you don't want me to. She saw past the poems and saw the pain hidden beneath the words of veiled painful secrets."