“Damien, why are you doing this?”
The demon replied mechanically, “Because I feel like it, and because I think you want it as well.”
Aisha’s golden eyes stared at Damien, and all of a sudden, he was reminded of his earlier melancholy back at the office. Why was she looking at him like that? The way her eyes looked at him pained Damien.
“I want it as well, Damien,” she said, “but I don’t love you, nor do you love me. If we do it, we do it purely for the pleasures of the flesh.”
“Which is what I want,” he hissed, a small bubble of irritation rising in him, “don’t you?”
Aisha’s eyes turned sad, and she reached her hand over to Damien’s face. He was warm under her touch. He was seemingly human right now in a sense, if not for the fact she knew he was a high-ranking demon.
