[Fortunately or otherwise, Masami had never treated her as an idiot. In fact, her realisation - or perhaps her acceptance of the fact of their attraction, had only drawn him to her with more bemused intrigue. Such was his life, honestly.

To say he had expected it wasn't a lie - he expected it of any person he aligned himself with, because it was his way. Because it was easy, giving half-answers and adjacent-truths, building up a terrible mystery and never really giving enough to understand him. Sometimes, he wondered if it was nice, being so easily read.

It was cute on her, the stammering and shying, clear in her want but unwilling to take the plunge (and why not? He was a demon, after all). And still, she had finally faced him. Finally, and he had smiled his too-knowing smile and stroked her cheek and confirmed his own, in a simple and definitive declaration.

Oh, but she smelled sweet as honey straight from the flower, and of course it wasn't long before it affected him. That was his nature, too. Her body was warm and firm against him, and he exhaled a laugh when she cleared her throat to try speech once more.]

Should you...? Okakou-sama, you sound terribly unsure of yourself. Are you that worried about this?

[This, he emphasised with a roll of his hips, the firmness of his bulge pressing more against her ass.]

Or are you just not sure how to proceed from here?

[Leaning forward until his lips practically grazed her ear, Masami slid his hands down her sides, to rest almost chastely at her hips.]

For you, I may even listen wholly to the request, if you can give it.