█ wow, fuck you » anukai
Well, this one was alluring. Maybe not by his appearance completely (he was rather short, after all), but his words were enough to keep Daemon entertained. “I don’t usually ask for anything, but you seem like the type to put up a fuss if I just fuck you outright.” No need for the human to know that wasn’t his intention – for this evening, at least. He was merely curious about something. “Leonhard Michael Endou–” Accent and everything included. It was always amusing — how much power you held simply by knowing someone’s name. “Oh, what’s that?” The demon’s head slants, malicious smirk forming for just barely a second before his appearance suddenly reverted to its previous, ‘standard’ visage. Though he couldn’t see nearly as much as his identical counterpart, rummaging through what he could see of a human’s life was occasionally intriguing.
Moving closer, platformed and heavy leather boots booming with accidental power in each step, Daemon grabs the scarf to look at it with the same analytical expression a scientist would of a vial hosting unknown liquid. “A little faster, Leon. Before I show you what poor Heinz looked like in his last moments.” He hums, absentminded if anything, and he twists the scarf in his hands as he tests the fabric: just how hard would it be for a human to break this? He’ll have to find out.
What, was he supposed to be thankful this guy didn't just straight up rape him on the spot? Probably, but he sure as hell wouldn't go and proclaim his undying gratitude. If anything this just made him want to get the fuck out of this place even faster. "You could have just asked for my name, you know. No need to be so extra." His response was accompanied but a huff as hands moved to work on the zipper of his coat; only for his entire body to freeze at the mention of that name. Oh no he didn't.
The fact that this guy had transformed back hadn't even registered in his brain yet, green eyes narrowing at whatever being he was facing. Now... if he thought about this rationally he would come to the conclusion that this was a way to mess with him, to get him riled up. Unfortunately there was no rational thought inside Leon's head at this very moment, any ounce of fear he might have felt disappearing all at once, turning into pure anger. He was pissed, absolutely livid. Leon tolerated a lot of things, was able to take about every insult thrown at him and even handle physical pain pretty well to some degree. If it came to Heinz however...
Leon took a few steps towards the stranger, hesitating not even a second; he stood on his town and his hand was raised, colliding with the demon's cheek at full force. As he spoke again, his voice was low and filled with anger.
"You know, I don't give a flying fuck about who or what you are. You want to have your way with me? Hurt me or even kill me in some slow and painful way? Go the fuck ahead but leave my husband out of this, you asshole."