[When the demon's tail wraps around his arm, he instinctively jerks back before simmering down at the explanation. At least being called young alleviates his midlife crisis... kind of... a little. At those assumptions, though, he shakes his head.]
He didn't trick me, nor promise me anything. He's my masseur.
[Because saying 'friend' would be too presumptuous! Clearly.]
You're grand! ♡
He didn't trick me, nor promise me anything. He's my masseur.
[Because saying 'friend' would be too presumptuous! Clearly.]