Phobus scanned her features, intrigued at the fact she wasn’t running off from him. Usually when he said his name, a lass would high tail it out of wherever they were. Hazel, however, had chosen not to do that. Instead, it seemed she got off on the thrill of a monster. His interest only grew as he watched her wide eyes gaze up at him as he towered over her, his excitement becoming palpable. If only she knew the danger and stress this event would incur for herself. Hazel was choosing her destiny right now, and she was choosing a dark road to follow along. It was blind in lust. Though, Phobus couldn’t care less on what she chose to do. If it meant a quick lay for him, hell he was always down.

“I’m . . . looking for the danger, you could say.” Her meek voice spewed out for him to take in, her innocence pooling off of her. It was intoxicating to the Demon. “I tend to seek the danger out, not hide from it like others do.” He wanted to chuckle at this, but he clamped his jaws shut. This little lamb was someone to face danger, not run from it? That was.. Foolish. “I can imagine exactly what type I could get into,” As she sassily spoke back to him, he allowed a chuckle to rumble from his chest, pulling back from her as he sat back on his haunches once again.

“Dear Hazel,” he began, tilting his head slightly, ruby orbs focused on her intently. “You’re foolish. You don’t run from danger.. And you could cause a lot of trouble for yourself if you stay here with me,” he shrugged, glancing away, feigning uninterest. Yet, a sly smirk slipped its way upon his lips, banner slowly moving to his side. Ice chips bounced away from him as he suddenly rose to all fours, slipping around her as he moved to her side. “Do you truly.. And I mean really think about it.. Truly want to mess with a Demon? I have no qualms against it, lamb. But I’m giving you the option.” He spoke as he brushed up against her, muscles rippling under his nebula coat.

“You could run. You could go find a man better suited for you than a darkness like myself. You could be happy instead of having the possibility of raising bastard children. You could find love and peace.” He spoke about this as if it were a disgusting thought. He spit the words out as if they tasted foul, shaking his head as he walked in front of her again. “Or you could spend the night with me. One night, mind you. I don’t do commitment. Though, you might be a fun toy to play with once in a while.” Phobus leaned a bit closer, nose close to her audits as he still towered over her small frame.

“The choice is yours love. If you choose the first, leave. If you choose the second, you’re agreeing to let me have my way with you.”