Deamon pauses from exploring the two women and groans at the banging on the door. He really had hoped to have more time. These two were a plethora of untapped desires. They must have wanted each other for what seemed like forever, but never had the courage to speak it. 

He can feel the murderous desire coming from the door and wonders if he could play with the man and get close enough to siphon it without getting his skull cracked open. He reluctantly untangles himself for the women and runs down the stairs trying to pull on his clothes. 

He was afraid that Tae’s rage would attract unwanted attention. 

He falls, tumbling down the stairs having only managed to put on his underwear, just as Tae breaks the lock on the door. 

Tae stares daggers at him as he sits on the floor. The friend of the young woman runs down the stairs, tears streaming down her cheeks. Apparently the women had been unable to continue their tet-a-tet without him as a catalyst. 

“You’d have killed her!”

Deamon scofts as he gets to his feet and retrieves his clothes. “No I wouldn’t. I told you before, I only kill with intent. However, now that you have interrupted, I suggest that we get as far away as possible. There’s no telling what that girl you let slip by will be shouting to the guards by now.” Deamon quickly gets dressed and heads out the door, having decided that rage makes for a foul desert after such a decadent meal.

Tae sees Deamon’s eyes glowing in the night and does not dare try to subdue him with physical strength. Instead he decides to speak.