She was curious about his style of magic.  Reaper Magic was largely the same, in that it used the same energies, the same philosophies, and the same kinds of chants.  It was always very ritual: hence why the target often needed to be immobilized, and even more often why the target died suddenly and painlessly.  But as for Way of Destruction.. she'd never heard of that.  "I'll show you what I know, but I've never encountered your particular school of spells," she said honestly.<br/><br/>She was enjoying the way his eyes rolled over her body.  Vusala was not a seductress.  She'd never learned how to tempt without feeling silly or embarrassed.  No, her style was much more heat-of-the-moment, and between his hungry eyes, his suddenly beautiful hair, and the way he was sitting there bare chested on a beautiful beach.. the moment was upon her.  In truth, she'd just been wanting to play with his hair, but as she'd done so, she decided she was feeling more passion and fondness for this one than to let the moment get elude her.<br/><br/>The kiss gave her a curious sensation: one she herself had only felt three or four times in her life, one of which being part of her Mother's training regimen, so she'd know how to recognize it.  It took her a moment to remember what it was, but when it came to her, her eyes went wide.  She said nothing for the moment, but as his kisses returned, as his hands slid up her leg and around her waist, the evidence was clear.  Raw, simple, and unrefined.  Her eyes half closed again, as she realized this was better than just the way she liked it.  Her lips and tongue caressed his own in turn, her fingers scratching the back of his neck and pulling him closer, her back arching to get a better vantage point.<br/><br/>She seemed to purr as he pulled her into his lap.  She didn't expect him to do that, and pressed her body luxuriantly into his, feeling her innate passion growing quickly as she was wrapped in his body.  It had been a while since she'd had a Reaper.. their skin was colder to the touch than that of a normal human.  She remembered enjoying the contrast between her high temperature body and their colder one.  As the Reaper's fingers traced the length of her spine and began to find their way under her top, she felt herself responding in amorous shivers, arching her back to accommodate the sensation, grinding inadvertently at an impressive hardness against her rear.<br/><br/>At one point, she broke from the kissing, bending her head down to take a deep breath.  "Your first kiss?"  She asked him, looking back up to search his eyes.  "I do believe, and I hope you'll correct me, that I've found a virgin Reaper."  Danzo was just as he had claimed in battle: maybe not the greatest, but certainly talented.  And well equipped, if the pressure she was feeling was any indication.  But despite that, there was something important she needed to discuss before they both got carried away.  It was the reason she was trained to sense first kisses, among other things.  Not to mention, and this both saddened and excited her, but Danzo was naive.  He willingly put himself in debt to her for an act freely given.  It was likely Danzo had never encountered her kind before, and as such, he wouldn't be able to grasp what the prospect of taking the virginity of a Reaper would mean in her world.<br/><br/>"I'm half-demon." she said, holding him back from kissing her for the moment by gripping the back of his head.  It was clear form her breathing alone that she didn't like interrupting this, so she spoke plainly.  "I want this.  But you need to know: with demons like me, there is always a price.  Like things for like things.  And if this will be your first time..  Do you understand?"  No other demon she knew would take the time to explain this.  Virginity is a form of Innocence, which is one of the most precious things anyone could give away.  Especially because innocence, by it's very nature, is actively trying to destroy itself.  There's nothing quite<em>like</em>it, so it is highly sought after.  Even Vusala didn't know what a Reaper's would mean.  Purity from an Avatar of Death..  there was a part of her that was more turned on by that than by the Reaper himself.<br/><br/>Vusala kissed him again, throwing a leg over him so that she was straddling him, pressing her breasts forcefully against his body.  The temperature of his naked chest sent gleeful chills throughout her body, causing her hips to move at his waist.  She realized that she would be very upset with herself if she let him think better of this.  Her hands began to caress his neck and shoulders earnestly.  When his arms began to caress her back, she would hold his elbows and guide his hands to the fastener at her neck.