She had wanted his full attention, she had summoned him. He was a demon, and now was the best time to reminder her of this. With a series of thoughts he acted. The room itself began to have a dusty red glow, adding shadow and depth to their bodies. Enough light that her eyes would be able to see, instead of the dark that the room was. He wanted her gaze, wanted her to see, to understand more about him.<br/><strong><br/>Weights are holding your arms, they are hard to move, something has you hair caught, has trapped your head. Open your eyes to find  out what, The weights will let you squirm, but you cannot get free.</strong><br/><br/>He sent the mental images to Tegan's mind, subtle commands to see if she would respond. Even as he sent the images his right hand came up. holding her at the connection of her neck and jaw, thumb on one side, fingers on the other. He let the weight of his hand rest there before her brought it down her throat. He continued until his hand rested on her chest, right above the top of her halter. He left his hand  there as he moved to his knees beside her, looking down at her contorted form. He did nothing to hide his body, his arousal, and for the first time she could see his full length,resting there at eye level and just out of reach.<br/><br/>He let the nails on his fingers grow slightly, the edges growing sharper. He tapped them across her skin with the dance of little pinpricks. No blood was drawn and he looked to her and smiled, a simple gesture that was accompanied by the sound of the front of her halter being torn away with a casual strength he had not displayed earlier. The calm in his look, in his eyes, never left as the garment was destroyed and her skin made bare.