The demon seemed to lounge with purpose somehow, waiting for his date with every intention to seduce her. She was a mortal, they all were; perhaps it was something he should have stayed away from, considering his history, but the Demon King did not do what was expected of him. He served his own interests and would never again bend to the will of another. He had done such before and it had cost him everything, save his own life.
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Golden eyes swept over the shroud, the flowers he'd been given for the woman carried alongside a fattened rabbit that hung from his jaws now, blood staining his lips, the fur of his chin. Flowers were useless. Meals, especially ones such as this, were much more desirable, at least in his own eyes. If she did not agree, then he would eat it, and then maybe he'd eat her for the offense (he wouldn't; wolf was too lean for him, in truth).
He saw her before she saw him, golden eyes glinting in the sparkled darkness of the cavern. He sat up from his lounging position, ears flickering when she gasped. A breath was drawn in so in his own breath so that he could drink in her scent. A confident grin shaped his maw when she brought herself closer, sitting next to him under the soft glow. Said smile only widened at her question. “My dear,” He drawled in his low, yet thunderous voice tinged with amusement and temptation both. “I would not have allowed her to pair us if I didn't think so. Tell me of yourself.” And he settled in to listen.