[ Abduxel examines his face in a shameless way that probably feels intrusive, hand frozen with a tight grip.
The demon couldn't really tell you the difference between a friend, a lover, an enemy, or a plaything; they all bleed together for him, and he feels similar emotions towards all of them. How he behaves depends more on what gets him a reaction, and on what keeps some sort of spark alive. Any attention is good attention, so long as he himself is kept in one piece at the end of it.
So is he sincere when he says: ]
No, I really did miss you.
[ ...Yes... but what does that mean coming from him? He doesn't think deeply enough about it to be able to answer that, himself. But damn is he glad to be back. ]
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The demon couldn't really tell you the difference between a friend, a lover, an enemy, or a plaything; they all bleed together for him, and he feels similar emotions towards all of them. How he behaves depends more on what gets him a reaction, and on what keeps some sort of spark alive. Any attention is good attention, so long as he himself is kept in one piece at the end of it.
So is he sincere when he says: ]
No, I really did miss you.
[ ...Yes... but what does that mean coming from him? He doesn't think deeply enough about it to be able to answer that, himself. But damn is he glad to be back. ]
Anyway, I take good care of my playthings.