He stopped and then laughed. He laughed so loudly his voice went hoarse. "Love? Girl, do you even understand the circumstances you're in? There is no such thing as a human loving an incubus." He told her, his voice taking a harsher note. Cruelty was already starting to drip back in like blood pouring from an already gaping wound.<br/><br/>Armas looked into her eyes, they were beautiful, human, and full of someone type of hope that he was soon to break. He frowned, his grip on her becoming more stale and uniform. "I never asked you to fall for me, nor did I ever grant you the opportunity to be loved. As I told you before, I treat my food well, not because I care or cherish it but because the taste of them sours at the realization that they were abandoned from the beginning." He didn't let her go though, no she wouldn't get away.<br/><br/>His crystalline blue eyes tore at her features, examining her, " Understand me now. I'll allow you to dream this fantasy of yours for as long as you please, but in no way will I aid it other than my own benefit." He would reaffirm his cruelty with her, remind her constantly, but this was only the beginning. Little had she seen the difference he gave her from the rest.<br/><br/>He did not, by any means, want her to start thinking she was free to will herself wherever. Even after she had said everything and he had given her back the same bitterness he received from the past, Armas knew one thing clearly. She would be the beginning of change for him, a changehe would battle over the coming year.