You'd grumbled that demons were filthy, even in death. [ Her breath shudders, lids falling. ] And you, you said, looking at me, are no better. You approached me with what I thought was contempt, backed me against cold brick. I was ripe with lust, and that only made me hungrier.

[ Her fingers hook into his belt, hastily undoing its fastenings. ]

It was then that you asked if I was disappointed that my plaything was ruined... and I told you that I couldn't possibly be, for what had progressed was far better than I'd ever imagined.