Dulce let himself be pulled into Asael's arms, the ground disappearing from underneath him. It took a moment for him to realize that they weren't in the Shadow Demon's dreary castle, yet.
"You need to feed from me first," Asael reminded, bringing them to his own room. The Shadow Demon shrugged off his overcoat, deft fingers untying his cravat.
Dulce watched him quietly, unimpressed. On both times that he had been to Noctyrn, Asael had slashed himself open - drinking from the Shadow Demon's neck was tame in comparison.
Asael lowered himself to sit at the edge of his bed, waiting expectantly.
Dulce closed the distance, utterly composed. He never even vaguely considered going to the Hells before, yet here he was, spending the night in a Demon's castle.
He was pulled down to sit on Asael when he stepped into the Demon's personal space, a couple of the buttons undone on the black dress shirt he wore.
