Armas enjoyed the temptation brewing in her innocent, adolescent eyes. When her cheeks deepened in color, his eyes lit up with that devilish excitement that revealed the aspects of his true nature, his more incubus nature. He stepped closer, moving his shoulders back as he straightened his back before he was standing at the edge of her feet, barely inches from her. Armas craned his neck down, lifting her head with his forefinger, his lips moving ever so slightly as if to coax her own to them. "You could," he breathed, leaning down towards her as his other fingers brushed her throat gently but a cruel smile flashed on his face as he let go. He stepped away, completely denying her the chance. His mind screamed in opposition but the game was only starting.<br/><br/>Armas was going to draw her in as close as he could, only to later deprive her of her desires for him and return her will, but only merely to give her a sample of his power when he felt it was best. He would prove that she was ultimately his slave in the end. Maybe this would change things up, maybe even make a better meal... "Of course, I could be just enticing you to want to kiss me," he laughed, licking his lips. The innocent act was fading fast, but he had gotten what he wanted. She was trapped in his well renowned grasp, a strangling magic that would keep her from running from him for now.