You are not, and I do. But we haven't even spoken of my habits in intimacy, have we?

[His confirmation came with its own teasing taunt; she probably guessed, or would soon enough, that not a motion he made was out of place - ever, if he could manage it.

Love... that was an uncomfortable thought, for him. So he pushed past it, letting his fingers graze over her clothing.]

Do you want to strip for me, or shall I assist?

[Ever asking her, offering her things. It was a peculiar way for a demon to be, and yet, it was wholeheartedly Masami.]