"That matters?" Arden asks, stepping forward. "I am not your pet. You enjoyed this as much as I did." He snarls, looming over the laughing demon. Naked, he is magnificent - pale alabaster skin stretched smooth and gleaming over lithe muscle, his cock standing proud from his hips. As he leans forward, strands of bone-white hair fall into his face, ignored, even though they fell between his eyes - now cat-green and slit-pupiled - narrowing even as he leans down.<br/>"So tell me, demon - how that makes me a 'pet'."