"If you take too much, I wont hesitate to take off your head," He says with a little growl, he wanted Eric to know he wasn’t the most dangerous creature in the room right now. He unbuttons his shirt cuff and rolls up one of the sleeves, holding out his wrist for him, then leaning back into the chair. If Eric wanted it, he was going to have to sit on the floor or get on his knees. Both suited Asmodeus just fine.
Eric can see the chair, can see what Asmodeus wants from him. But his insides rebel against kneeling like that, he only does so out of love or greater purpose and for Asmodeus he has neither.
Still, his eyes linger on the form of the Demon, wanting very much to experience was his maker already had gotten.
"Does he kneel to you? Does he submit?", Eric asks with a raised eyebrow, trying to hide the importance of his words. "If Godric does so shall I."
"You vampires and your fangs, you just can’t keep them away can you," He says with a laugh. Part of him wanted to be responsible, but then he was just so curious to see what the Viking would be like, needy and addicted, lust-fuelled because of his blood.
Eric smirks, showing his fangs off as he pulls his upper lip back over them. “Do I have to? I wasn’t aware you asked me to.” Not to say that even if Asmodeus had asked him to, Eric wouldn’t have obeyed that easily. It isn’t in his nature, Eric doesn’t take orders well.
"So about that blood of yours. You said I didn’t want it. Can I be the judge of that too?"
He smirks widely at him, cocking his head to the side. “You would be missing out if you didn’t,” He says.
Eric smirks and raises an eyebrow, stepping closer to the other man as he dropped his shirt to the ground carelessly.
"Well, I’ll be the judge about that", he said quietly, slowly letting his fangs descend.
*If he’d had a tongue, he would have told the other that for one, he hardly cared, and secondly he’d simply followed the scent of blood. Rather though, the wolf simply stared,*
You want some? Or are you just gonna be staring?
I guess that’s one way of putting it. Would you believe it, I’m King of Demons and I’m still nicer than half the angels out there.
Not a fan of the humans? I can’t help but adore them. Plus they smell better than vampires, no offense. That would be me I suppose, I’m always up for fun.
Yeah, I believe it.
Not the ones I keep meeting, at least. *lets out a quiet chuckle* Some smell good, yeah. And none taken. Still, fun is good. What do you do for fun, except feed of other people’s wanting to get laid?
If I had wanted to smite you I would have already done it. I don’t tend to do that much these days. I don’t do many angelic things.
I suppose they are, yes. Some of them still possess the naiveness of children anyway. Refreshing?
I figured that.
How come? Don’t feel like being a winged dick to people?
Yeah they do. Some even worse than that. *raises an eyebrow* Yes, refreshing. Not boring. I guess if I wanna have fun, you’re the guy to have it with.