Phobus observed Hazel with a smirk playing on his lips, his crimson eyes lingering on her with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Her assertion that she wasn't a lamb intrigued him; there was a fire in her eyes that he found captivating. He leaned back casually, waiting to see how she would respond to his presence. The Demon of the man already found her quite interesting, wondering how she would play this little game of his. He could tell already his presence was having an effect on her, how she seemed excited by just the thought of him. Did he truly hold that much power? “My mother named me Hazel.” her purr echoed amongst the icy cave surrounding them, and the Demon’s ears perked slightly at the sound. “But you could call me any name you wish.” Amusement flickered in his orbs as she flexed her wings in front of him. "Hazel, huh?" Phobus repeated, a playful glint in his eyes as he teased her. "Well, little lamb, that's a lovely name. But I can't help but wonder if there's more to you than meets the eye." He flashed her a sly grin, his tone laced with playful sarcasm. “And do you have a name for yourself?” He considered this for a moment, curious to whether or not he should give his real name out. But, who would she go running to tell? The lass was cleary interested. Phobus remained attentive, his gaze never leaving hers. He chuckled softly at her inquiry, a wicked gleam dancing in his crimson eyes. "Phobus," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "That's the name I go by, my dear lamb." The Demon then stood from his place on the ground, slowly stalking over to her, towering over her small frame. With a devilish grin, Phobus pulled back, his gaze locked onto Hazel's with undeniable allure. “I’ll repeat my earlier question, Hazel. What’s a lass like you doing in these caves at this time? Don’t you know dangerous things lurk in the dark?” He questioned, his head moving close to her audit, breath brushing against her fur. A smirk played on his lips as he once again pulled away, chuckling deeply. “I can’t imagine the amount of trouble you would get into here.” word Count: puppet of alana
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