Sin was in his nature, was his nature, he was a demon after all. Of course it would have been the first thing to occur to him. Compared to female demons, who were fierce as males and often a hundred times more dangerous, this small human girl was soft and yielding. It appealed to him, along with the thought of maybe keeping her in a cage all to himself, like his own little song bird. But, to Satanachia it was just a kiss, something to catch her off guard and prove to her that he could whatever it was he wanted. And he could judging from her reaction.<br/><br/>Both her wrists gathered in one hand, he pulled back as well, an insolent little grin on his face. "Sweet little Gabriel would never do that, now would he?" His wings opened, pushing hard to lift them both. "Neither would he drop you to your death, I'm sure." There was something of a threat in the words as they rose just a few feet from the surface below, Satanachia with his other arm wrapped around her waist. "Do you I think I would?"<br/><br/>In his head, in his soul, the archangel railed against this action, wanting control of his wings, terrified that his best friend would die at the hands of the demon. "Syra... I'm sorry," worked its way out despite the demon's best efforts.