<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/m15oiJ6.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Azmodiel Tetsuda<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> October 21st, 2018<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> His Office<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Playing Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cH798GDNxR8)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> SOPHE Uniform(No shirt...ever)</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> After a long day, Azmodiel was rewinding as he usually did. A piping hot kettle of tea, and music. Sitting cross legged on the floor in the "music room" he'd fashioned in a small corner of his office, he expertly moved the bow back and forth along the Erhu's strings while his fingers danced above, creating haunting and beautiful melodies that soothed his fiery soul.<br/><br/>It was one of the few things aside from his family to truly calm him down when he got "fired up" so to speak. As often as he got lost in his music, it wasn't so all-encompassing that he didn't notice the knock on his door, or the scent that preceded it. Nerissa had opened the door and peaked her head in, and while he didn't stop playing, he did slow down the pace and let the volume drift off.<br/><br/>"My door is always open," he said simply as he stood up and walked over to his desk, placing the Erhu on the desktop and taking a seat in his chair. His eyes quickly traveled over her...uniquely worn uniform, as well as the red on her face and the partially drunken waterbottle in her hand. Even without his advanced senses, it was obvious what was going on. She said she had a problem, and he leaned back in his chair when she asked if maybe he could help.<br/><br/>"Of course you have a problem. I could smell you from down the hall." It wasn't an insult, as of course her scent was extremely powerful during this time of hers. "You're in heat." As old and disciplined as he was, this meant almost nothing to him. His body acknowledged that a young, pretty demoness was here in front of him. But he would no sooner lose control and try to bed her than he would suddenly punch someone in the face for no reason. No one and nothing in this or the demon world could make Azmodiel act against his own wishes and desires. "What sort of help were you looking for?" Like everyone at SOPHE, he'd help her however he could, but their were lines he wouldn't cross...not without his wife's approval at least.<br/><br/></span>