"Violence isn't a state of mind, its concious action," the angel said, looking calmly at the Demoness. "Murderers, rapists, executioners, they call the seventh circle home after death... or they call it a prison," Zaeroses said. As the demoness took his head in her hands and began to move it, Zaeroses didn't react, allowing her to do as she wanted to do for the time being. "You may not have been human, but that doesn't mean that this is what you have to be. Its what you choose to be," he said. Zaeroses tone was not one of judging, but almost apologetic to the demoness. He felt sorry that this was all she knew. "Also, I don't think you actually know whether or not you are older than me. You're just trying to get into my head." Zaeroses added.<br/><br/>Then the demoness moved around him, and she wrapped her arms around the angel. Zaeroses could feel her bbreasts pressed against his back, and her hands sliding down from his chest to his abdomen, knowing what she was trying. "Do you actually think I'm going to be so easily seduced?" Zaeroses asked, shaking his head. Her skin was amazingly soft, and her hands against him were certainly pleasant, but Zaeroses wasn't going to be seduced by a demoness. "And angels are not cold, we simply knew how to keep our emotions under control." He added.