He watched her fall asleep, listened as her heart and breathing slowed. Not knowing if she would wake or not, he held her. Nothing would get to her from outside of his embrace, He felt her body against his, the smoothness of her skin, the way she fit to his body as she clung to him. He did not think of sex, finding that this pleasure also fed him. This simple and chaste happiness was intoxicating. And with that in his mind he closed his eyes. With the feeling of her breath on his skin, and the sound of her heartbeat in his ears he did something he had never done before. The demon slept.