<em>Companionship...?</em><br/><br/>His head lowered and an inhuman sound began. A rough rumble of a sound that turned into a chuckle and then a heavy and throaty laugh. The arrogance in the sound echoed in the room, seeking to stifle all other noise.<br/><br/><em>Have women grown so vain that mortal men cannot fulfill them, so decadent that mere pleasures of the flesh are not enough and they must bind an infernal to sate their carnal needs. </em><br/><br/>Each word struck out, attempting to hammer her with their cynical tone. But the pressure was not all painful, instead the words attempted to pull and push at her, trying to snare her in a  rough vocal caress. He moved to all fours like some animal moving to watch, knees only an inch off the ground, toes digging in and cracking the tile beneath them. His hands were flat, fingers long and delicate, splayed open as if to lunge at her should she flinch. His eyes looked to her, judging her movement, watching her carefully , keeping contact with her eyes as the faintest flicker of light seemed to burn within them. He inhaled deeply before closing his eyes, his voice growing quiet.<br/><br/><em>You smell of desire, of need, but not of magic. I can taste the lust from here Tegan, is it warm, ready to drip from you ...are you willing? What type of conjurer are you? Do not mistake me for a pet woman or I will taste more than just your flesh.</em><br/><br/>He did not move fast, every movement a series of undulations meant to ensnare her attention, to keep her focus on him, his body as it readied. The scent of his body continued to grow, reaching out for her senses. A heavy and thick aroma of pleasure, of promise. He opened his eyes again, looking at her, waiting for her. His legs moved apart, tensed like two springs readying, preparing the body before he,r to leap. For just a moment she could see him exposed, heavy, hanging between his legs. Her reactions, her body, had aroused him before the first touch was made.<br/>