"No! No plying me to your will! You are not using that mojo crap on me," Shannon protested, referring to Samael's powers of persuasion over mortals. All demons were able to exploit mortal's desires to a certain point, but the urge already had to be strong in the human's mind. Shannon was brimming with tension, trying to squash the urge to return Samael's advances. He could hear the hiss of the battle in her mind. He was tempted to worm his conscious into her's and pull the trigger that would result in a kiss.
Samael straddled Shannon and trapped her arms across her front with one hand. With the other, he pulled the daisy from her hair. He summoned a breeze to rip away the petals. "She loves me, she loves me not..."
"I plead the fifth!" Shannon squealed.
He reached the last petal. "She loves me," he whispered. "No need to use my powers over the willing."
"Our croissants are getting cold," Shannon said, a last ditch effort to distract him.
