Roe wondered the the answer as well, what was he becoming, what was he needing. There was something about Tegan that continually burned him. The desire was palatable, his need for her growing to be some greater that what he had experienced before.<br/><br/>But there was a worry, what about when the demon needed to feed, when the act of sex was not enough? What about when the demon needed Tegan's submission, her desire to be forced and fondled with a casual and seemingly careless hand? How could he explain that at times, there had to be what many would call suffering?<br/><br/>He held her , hugging her to him for a moment so that she could not see his concern. The thought of her, on her knees before him, bound and supplicant fought for dominance within his head of visions of them in the throes of release. Could he explain that one of them would have to know pain of some kind at times to keep the demon at bay, at rest? To sate the desires of the creature and possibly the man. He remembered their first encounter, the fear, the arousal, the hungry want of force and fervor. He was still a demon no matter how hard he tried not to be.<br/><br/>He knew there was a possibility he would be missed, that another may come for him, to look and see if he was performing as a demon should. How would he hide their bond, only debased acts would cloak them from the general glances of another fallen. And what if there was one he would have to destroy to protect her? So many potentials, so many variables.<br/><em><br/>Tegan, we will find a way, but you will have to know more about me and potential problems I might cause. I will not have you harmed because of what I am, but there will be times that I am still more demon than lover, and you should know about this.</em>