“You can’t force people, it’s rape,” Tae sneered.

“Oh please, Tae!” Deamon replied exasperated. “I have never forced anyone for more than a single kiss, it’s harassment at most. Anything else that occurs is at their own desire. Yes I incite, provoke, tease, rouse, awaken their deepest existing desires. But I don’t force, and I DON’T rape.”

“Liar,” Tae groaned.

“If you’d bothered listening to me at all over the last few weeks then you’d have a better idea what exactly my nature requires.”

“I know what it requires. You’ve just been spinning tales to get what you want.”

“You’re just upset that I can arouse you.”

“That’s not real.” Tae points accusingly at Deamon. “It’s your demonic powers.”

Deamon ponders, “Actually, I think it’s probably your feelings to Queanya that make it so easy for me. Kinda sweet that you still love her after all these years…but seriously, If I were forcing you, then you would not have so easily resisted and instead you’d be on your knees, sucking my–”

It was at that very moment that a backhanded slap landed across Deamon’s face and the entire world was black again.